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Adipuranam... By the winds that draw the pollen of the lotus grove, that shake the blooming trees of the gardens, and that remove the fatigue of sexual pleasure, the Vidyaadharis here are always filled with joy. ||109|| Here in this forest, the lion roars, and from fear of him, the herd of elephants leaves the forest, and the herd of deer, whose mouths are dripping with saliva, flee from the mountain caves. ||110|| Here on the bank of the lake, the anxious female swan, whose feathers have turned yellow from the pollen of the lotus, does not approach her beloved swan, mistaking him for a Cakravaka, and she cries, shedding tears. ||111|| Here, this Cakavini, not seeing her beloved Cakravaka, hidden by the new leaves of the lotus, wanders around the lake, uttering mournful cries. ||112|| Here on the jeweled bank of this mountain, a small autumn cloud has arrived. Because it is light, everyone can easily take it, and so the daughters of the gods and Vidyaadharas move it here and there, pulling it towards themselves. ||113|| This great mountain bears on its lower peaks the Ganga, which is very dear to all beings, which is very large, whose waves seem to hold the autumn clouds, and whose water has spread to the ends of the forests. ||114|| And this mountain also bears the Sindhu river, which is very wide, which is difficult to cross, which has flowed continuously to the sea, which has made the forest of creepers wet with its water, and which is like its own bank. ||115||