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The virtuous and wise lady, who knows the intellect of the venerable 'Sripala', showed her Sri (glory) to him, and then the maiden hid herself. And how strange is the conduct of one who, becoming such an aged woman, has seated herself there. She indicated the Vidyutvega (the one with the speed of lightning) through the movement of her eyebrows, absorbed in the darsana (vision). She also told him that Kamadeva (the god of love) is dear. But the limbs of that Maya-filled old age are hidden. Then the Bhogavati (the voluptuous one) began to jest there that your desire for love is upon the old man. O Vidyutvega! What are you doing, my friend? Quickly marry some young man.
Then the daughters of the Vidyadhara, adorned with ornaments, themselves praised Brahma, Mahesvara, and the Jinendraa (the Jina lords), who were themselves without ornaments.
The restless-minded, but firm-minded like mountains, the ones distressed by separation from the Bhagavans, performed austerities for the tormented Jinasvamin (the Jina lord); the deer-eyed ones meditated on the Jinendra (the Jina lord) with eyes absorbed; the slender women in the middle purified the sins of the Jinendra; the ones with affectionate breasts praised the Jinendra devoid of affection; the crooked-speaking ones praised the Jinendra, the best among the uncrooked; and the ones bearing the thorn of the people's minds praised the Jinendra free from thorns. And in this way, those beautiful ones, crossing the valleys of Mandara mountain by their sky-going, performed abhiseka (consecration) and various kinds of worship of the Paramesvara (the Supreme Lord).
Meanwhile, a youth named Bankagriva came there with his kinsmen. This old woman asked that old lady why this human gathering shining with special ornaments is suddenly rushing. Then that old lady laughed and said, "Who has not been struck by the attraction (splendor) of knowledge?" In this city of Bhogavati, there is a king named Trisira. His wife, named Raviprabha, with those red lips, has praised the Jinendra Bhagavan, detached from hundreds of worlds. Raviprabha's elder son, named Siva, endowed with virtues, in whose night the dogs are barking...