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The venerable ones were worshipped by the venerable ones, the world-venerated ones were worshipped by the world-venerated ones. The pandits shook their heads in apprehension. The valiant and beautiful, filled with the memory of love, worshipped the Jina, who was condemned by the condemned, for the sake of Vijayalakshmi. The god does not have a womb, but without a body (like the beautiful Shiva Chandra), he thought that dear union comes from merit, not from crying. Crying destroys the body, how is the scripture justified? Those who are foolish with dull intellect say that he (Shiva) is inactive and without form, that even the god does not act (does not work) when the body is destroyed (I don't know) where is he, where is he, like the sky, he is formless and empty.
The one who dwells within my lotus-like mind. Saying "That one, that one," he fainted, the Jina, heavier than the sky, colder than snow, and who is a greater guru than you? He became. He appeared like the gentle moon, asked by the nurse, he sat on the Vimāna. The family is like a garland of celestial flowers on the head of a barren son with a twisted arm. ||2||
When the mind runs (melts), it does not fit anywhere. She says, "Daughter! I will tell you about your beloved, how can I hide from you what he has said? She worshipped the Jina, she worshipped the Muni-varas. Those auspicious Munis are like Ganadharas. With their leaves well covered, copied in many ways, this former-life-knowing princess, with the radiance of her beautiful limbs and nails, colored the ten directions, spreading her fame in all directions, how did she imprint it with her hand along with her heart! ||3||
Whose family and heart are free from blemish. Whose mind is fixed on the Jina, she who observes the vows, such a Nashira entered the Patshala. Entering, I saw him in front of me. With his well-written mind, "This is the Ishana heaven of various devabalas. This is the Srimaha Vimāna, painted. This is the Nandana forest with divine trees.
He saw the Patta and thought as he breathed. The noble man, afflicted by the separation from his beloved, has life. This is the beautiful Kokilgana speaking. This is I, Lalitanga Deva.