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## The Fourteenth Festival
**Verse 112:** The rows of Indra's eyes, like stars, spread their brilliance all around, illuminating the stage with their radiant glow.
**Verse 113:** With rhythmic steps, he circled the stage, adorned with vibrant colors, shining like a celestial being, as if measuring the earth.
**Verse 114:** As Indra began his Tandava dance, offering floral tributes, the gods, delighted by his devotion, showered the heavens with a rain of flowers.
**Verse 115:** At that moment, countless instruments, like Pushkaras, resounded with deep tones, their echoes reverberating across the horizons.
**Verse 116:** The melodious Vina, the sweet flute, and the rhythmic beats of the drums all blended harmoniously, creating a symphony of sound.
**Verse 117:** The musicians, playing their instruments in unison, created a harmonious melody, for unity is inherent in things of the same nature.
**Verse 118:** The Kinnari dancers, accompanying the Vina, sang with delicate, charming, slightly deep, high, and subtle notes.
**Verse 119:** Just as a virtuous disciple, receiving the teachings of his guru, speaks with sweet words and engages in practices without any dispute, remaining true to his lineage, so too did the bamboo instruments, like the flute, produce melodious sounds, fulfilling their purpose without any conflict, true to their nature.
**Verse 120:** Indra, first performing the pure, unadulterated Purvaranga, then skillfully incorporated various movements of the hands and body, creating a spectacle of beauty.
**Verse 121:** With graceful movements of his feet, waist, neck, and hands, Indra danced the Tandava, showcasing the essence of rasa, his eyes, a spectacle in themselves.