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The water, flowing over the white body and shining with beauty, seems like liquid gold. He is adorned with white and fine clothes, and ornaments that shine like the moon. Kamadeva, with a garland of Mandara flowers, his fist clenched, his arrows ready, and his heart filled with excitement, is crowned with a crown that looks like a huge mountain peak. The gods are delighted for the god. Alas, knowing the previous state, why did Rati express her love? Why did spring come? Yet, according to the customs of the world, the gods were established there. Relatives and friends danced with joy. You were also prevented. Yes, O Spring, why are you being inspired? Why are you causing havoc and a bracelet has been tied as a symbol of the bond of love?
Do you follow the Lord? You may fall into the flames of penance. As if roaring Dundubhi, this is what the string of leaf-bees says, the mind filled with the words of the string of leaf-bees, Kamadeva, enraged, said to Jinavar. Is there an enemy even for you, the Lord of Lords? He stretched his bow over the celebration performed by the Nagas, the gods, and the humans.
And with the sound of the victorious trumpets, Jinakumar Rishabhanatha went to get married. As he was coming, he was stopped at the door, as if the world was forbidding him, saying, "O Supreme Being, why are you getting married?" He entered the house after giving a neg (nibandh) and speaking beautiful words, the best of the worlds.