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## Chapter Eight
171. Seeing the city adorned with many triumphal arches and filled with the deep sound of drums, he entered the royal palace. ||15||
There, in the beautiful palace, a source of happiness in all seasons, he lived happily with his beloved, Srimatī, with great joy. ||46||
Showing her the beautiful royal palace with love, he comforted her, who was saddened by the separation from her guru. ||47||
The wise Pandita, the leader of her companions, came with her. She kept her happy with various forms of entertainment, like dancing. ||48||
Thus, time passed by, filled with continuous enjoyment. Srimatī gave birth to ninety-five pairs of sons. ||49||
Then, one day, the great king Vajrabāhu, standing on the roof of his palace, was observing the rising clouds of the autumn season. ||50||
Seeing the cloud he had observed rising, vanish instantly, he was filled with detachment. His mind became averse to all worldly pleasures, and he began to think deeply. ||51||
"Look, this autumn cloud, right before our eyes, took the form of a palace and vanished in an instant. ||52||
Just like this, our wealth will also vanish in an instant, like a cloud. Indeed, this Lakshmi is as fickle as lightning, and the beauty of youth is also fleeting. ||53||
These pleasures are beautiful only at the beginning, but they bring great sorrow at the end. This life, like the water of a broken pot, is constantly being lost, moment by moment. ||54||
Beauty, health, wealth, the company of loved ones, and the love of a beloved wife – all these are impermanent, fleeting. ||55||
Thinking thus, the wise king Vajrabāhu, desiring to renounce fickle Lakshmi, crowned his son Vanajangha and entrusted him with the kingdom. ||56||
And he himself...