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The demon of lust, who steals away the intellect, was conquered. Know that which is not achieved by those with fickle minds, is achieved by those with steady minds. That hunger which destroys even firm fortitude, was left behind by him, and he saw the beautiful face of his grandson, who mocked the moon. The minister was won over. He, the subjugator, walks while enduring the cold of the month of Magha. Even in the rainy season, the monkeys, by their counsel, made the pure-minded Lakshmi think, "The wind carries fire in the forest, causing fear, filling the hollows of trees, flowing through the skins of snakes, falling, and carrying a lifeless boat in the water by a boatman. For a helpless person, any achievement is obtained by enduring water, in the summer, on a terrifying mountain full of fear, standing on the earth, which is not the path to liberation. Therefore, one should first think of the wealth of help, which the master lifted, and performs austerities in front of the sun. Those who have not destroyed the tip of a blade of grass on the earth, and who are truthful, how can this unlearned child lift it? The burden that the brave and strong white bull lifts, is free from inner turmoil, and pacifies the great wicked ones, such as the master, who is worthy of obeisance. At that time, the calf cannot even move a single foot from that burden." The queen of the Gandharva city, Mandaramala, the beautiful daughter of Vasundhara, Anundhara, along with her mother-in-law (Lakshmi), like the splendor of an umbrella, was born from a lotus, and was a Vidyaadhara of the mind and the path of thought. The goddess said to both brothers, "The child, taken by me, the mother of infinite brilliance (Lakshmi), who is black like a moonless night due to the separation from her husband, has kept this written document in a beautiful casket adorned with seals. Go and give this document to the husband (Vajrajanga) of the noble lady, who is rare even for the best of women, who has come to the house of Sri." Hearing this, they fell at the feet of their mother, took gifts and ornaments, and then, remembering their husband, the laughing ones, with their bodies on the earth and their eyes filled with excitement, both of them, with the saffron of their feet, turned the clouds red, and walked away. The flow of red tears from the saffron-stained saffron falls on the breast. -||8||
The Vidyaadhara king, Manogati, who moves like the wind, reached the city of Upal Kheda in an instant. The king Vajrajanga, who desired welfare, For Private & Personal use only