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## Seventh Chapter
151. As he walked, bees swarmed around his feet, mistaking them for red lotuses, dyed crimson with lac.
145. The buzzing bees, like whispers of Kama Vidya, seemed to be giving him amorous advice, yet they did not leave even when he tried to shoo them away, clinging to the lotus buds of his ears.
146. This is the artistic skill of the beloved daughter of the king Vajradanta, displayed in this painting.
147. Like Lakshmi, desired by many, she is a maiden with firm breasts, sought after by many, just as you are blessed.
148. She calls you Lalitanga, your heavenly name, but it is a lie, for even in this human form, you are graceful and beautiful.
149. Thus, I spoke, and the prince, a wise man, said, "Well spoken, Pandit, well said. The workings of fate are indeed strange in the attainment of desired objects."
150. See, fate brings together beings from past lives, quickly uniting them in this present life, if they are destined to be together.
151. Fate, in its pursuit of the desired object, brings it from another island, from the ends of the earth, from a distant island, or even from the ocean.
152. Speaking thus, the prince, his hands sweating, took our painting in his hand, filled with curiosity.
153. He then gave us his own painting, in which all the details matching our painting are clearly visible.
154. The order of the threads is clear here, the order of the colors is also clear. This order, like the Pratyahara, is a reminder of the past.
155. The meaning is clear.