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The darkness, born of the night, is dispelled by the rising sun. The twilight, filled with love for the sun, shines like an army advancing before its commander. ||134|| This rising sun, the orb of light, does two things at once: it expands the bloom of the lotuses and it causes the moonflowers to fade. ||135|| Or, seeing the lotus bloom, the moonflower fades with envy. ||136|| The sun, with its rays outstretched, rises like a radiant child born from the womb of the east. ||137|| The sun, with its red disc near the Niṣadha mountain, appears like all the evening hues gathered together by Indra. ||138|| With the rising sun, all darkness is dispelled, the distress of the chakwas is gone, the lotuses bloom, and the world is filled with light. ||139|| Now, the cool breeze, carrying the fragrance of the blooming lotuses, blows from all sides. ||140|| Therefore, O Goddess, this is clearly the time for you to wake up. Just as the swan leaves its nest of sand, so too should you leave your pure bed. ||141|| May your mornings always be auspicious, may you attain hundreds of blessings, and just as the east gives birth to the sun, may you give birth to a son who will illuminate the three worlds. ||142|| Although the Goddess of the Wind had already awakened, much earlier than the auspicious songs of the prisoners, they woke her again. Thus, awakened, she saw the whole world filled with joy. ||143|| The Goddess of the Wind, filled with joy from seeing a good dream, was like a blooming lotus, her body tingling with excitement. ||144||