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77. In that land, where swans make melodious sounds on the banks of the Saraswati River, where lotus petals cling to their throats, where wild elephants roam with eyes heavy with intoxication, seemingly challenging the celestial elephants, where bulls with mud clinging to their horns, fiercely dig up the earth, where peacocks dance in the Jain temples, intoxicated by the sound of musical instruments, even out of season, where herds of cows, pregnant in due season, nourish the people with their milk, shining like clouds, where clouds rain, resembling intoxicated elephants, with banners of lightning and thunderous roars, where the people are never touched by the burden of taxes, always blessed with prosperity, and free from injustice, in the heart of this Gandhila land, there stands a majestic mountain called Vijaya, shining with silver, as if mocking the Kulacala mountains with its radiant beams. 81. This Vijaya mountain rises twenty-five yojanas above the earth, its lofty peaks seemingly reaching out to touch the heavens. 82. From its base, it extends fifty yojanas for the first ten yojanas of its height, then thirty yojanas in the middle, and ten yojanas at the top. 83. It is deeply rooted in the earth, extending a quarter of its height, like a measuring rod for the circumference of the Gandhila land.