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the murmur in the king's mind inclining towards acceptance, by way of a sweet smile on its face, as if is saying thus"oh king! accept this, it is befitting to your status. But listen...! Mukta (pearl) as is the name neither has attachment, nor gets filled with aversion, nor with arrogance, pride, envyno perversion touches it !
Fell first of all in the compound from the celestial sphere and scattered wide apart, then filled in bags. Now is going to the king's palace with honour..., is being praised with open throat, but, when does it listen to that becoming charmed ? Having become hazard-eliminating necklace of the happy-faced ladies and emancipating festoon putting hand on the heads of guests at the gate, yet, it remains free pearl only untouched by pride..free..!"
Silent Soil :: 221
