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Sulóchana, adorned with the flowers of merit and demerit, is the abode of the flocks of senses, complete with the glory of fruits of happiness and sorrow.
The wind of merit blows. In this way, the wise, having overcome the doubts and confusion arising from the conflicting arguments of the learned, have attained the state of peace and harmony. Some, by means of the tree of virtue, have attained the state of liberation. The people of the world, having overcome their desires, have attained the state of peace.
"O, you who have burnt the tree of the world with the fire of meditation, you who have conquered the god of love, you who are my refuge birth after birth, victory to you!"
The clouds of the battlefield have gathered.
"If either Arkkirti or the invincible Jayakumar, who have caused me pain, dies, even if Indra himself desires me, I will renounce my food, Lakshmi, and my ugly, tainted body." Thinking thus, the daughter, who was in a state of detachment, was called by her father: "O Sati, by your power, both the mighty kings, filled with anger, have been saved from the battle. Peace has been restored. What are you meditating on, O beautiful one? Raise your hand in blessing." Hearing her father's words, the maiden, Kamkishiori, ended her meditation. She went to Jayakumar's side, just as Lakshmi goes to Vishnu.