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With faces like blooming lotuses, they laughed, performed the auspicious bath and worship of the Arhant Bhagwan, spoke softly, beautifully, and touchingly, stroked their broad chests with their hands, extended their arms for embraces, kissed the roots of their mouths and throats, removed the crowd of relatives with the water of love, held their hair, drank the sweet nectar of their lips, hinted at artificial anger, cast playful glances, and thus spent many days playing with Vajrajangha and the noble bride. She was unparalleled in beauty and good fortune. Like the radiance of the moon, the daughter of Vajrabahu, the noble Mrigaakshini, the younger sister of Vajrajangha's bride, was like Lakshmi herself, with hands like blooming lotuses. Her (Vajradanta's) own son, Anundhara, was the cause of happiness, like Kamadeva himself, born from the womb of Lakshmi Devi. The king married him to Amitatej.
**Dhatta:** The daughter of Vasundhara (Vajrajangha's mother), who holds the household, Anundhara, seems to have received her share of shame with the son of the family, glory with Krishna, and patience with the sage. || 1 ||
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The next day, he had the departure drum beaten. The planets trembled in all ten directions. The king sent Vajrabahu, with arms long like an elephant's, to his city. With his daughter-in-law, son, and his moon-faced wife, after consulting with his beloved and distinguished relatives, the virtuous man set out, marked by the moon and sun. How far did that king of Utpalakheda set out with his army? The dust from the horses turned the heavens gray. The paths of the directions and the Vidishas were covered with umbrellas.