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The royal palace,
Where elephants roam in the forest, why do humans not feel joy? Clouds shower fragrant water, the directions become extremely pure, the sky appears devoid of dirt, as if a blue vessel has been thoroughly cleaned, or as if an umbrella supported by the staff of Mount Mandara has been placed over a prince. "This king, adorned with pearls like stars, is the most excellent," as if the earth, resounding with the roars of great rivers all around and driving away the wicked, says this. I find the earth pleasing, looking at you with lotus-like eyes of the Ghutta-lake, as if she dances with her arms, like creepers, swaying and agitated by the winds. || 3 ||
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He, the royal swan, who illuminates the royal lineage with the rays of his cluster of virtue-jewels, and who is dependent on the branch of an extraordinary virtuous tree, grew up. His naming ceremony, his hair-cutting ceremony, and everything else were done with special splendor. He, who is like a bunch of fruits of his mother's youth, like a wish-fulfilling tree for the bewildered, like a point of entry for the nectar of good words, like a refuge for the gathering of friends' minds, like a path of illumination for the praise of virtues, like a heaven free from disease and sorrow, like the accumulation of his father's nature, like a bond of affection for relatives, like a wish-fulfilling gem for his followers, like thunder for the heads of enemy mountains,