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Maniwa pikaama hile ghalya shri palukhushaavati ni
Chosn daanavaas jip haru jeev dayaavaas shravanam jaavakhagend tisis suhimuddansanpaaniy tisiru taamaayaa imavachanamai minsundkarunava manamarsh piyaji vadhammara swayamaiyee maanavaavidi mihin suhaav palatan tisisyupekshaamanu jaladaravahajanava hiyavimanu yatamudahviv varam tadiveyyaamarugare saras ka saha niyam ha kathamaan
Vanaraachimuddiya gayapann suhaavaraavarkaavi pnaamen suutala kuvaadi || ghata pavayida varanecha ray hansasadacha sini paaniyav | kaanejaka sodashvaavivilla sini 141 kashna hakaraamale chujar
laka lahedetiin kamaladatu | taamekvavittaruniyaadihataaye. guith sarupariyaniiu imaay / aitadhira yannudyamatejasna paudin vijnaveya shravyaniuusamaaharneyulayi timaru dharidhiumangiiu.
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She quickly urged the elephant with the waterfalling trunk. And she reached the Jain temple where the compassion of the six (shatkay) living beings resides. Until the vidyadhar named Tisir arrives at the Jain temple for the darshan of the noble ones, the deceitful Mayaavini Shobhaavati took that beautiful one in the same way that a doe takes a deer. With the thought of protecting the life-grain of her beloved, Sukhaavati placed him in a jewel bag. The vidyadhar Tisir, who had flown his plane through the sky with the speed of the wind, returned without seeing him. Here, the enamoured one made a new ring for the king, which was worn on the finger and was like a lightning bolt in shape, which rubbed the eyes of humans.
Shriyaal eka shree vaashikaamaadashra
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She left from there and reached the other well named Sukhoday. The well was adorned like a beautiful woman. The new blue lotus was her eyes. She was wearing water-like clothes and lived with the royal swans. || 5 ||
As she raised her lotus-like hands to call the girls for water play, she did not see a single girl. She realized that they had gone from the pond or they had gone to the lake. Here, King Shripaal saw his own form of lightning with wild speed. He removed his important ring and stood assuming his own form. He chanted his mantra,