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The joy that the gods experience on the silver peaks of this mountain, while they are roaming with their consorts, is not found in heaven, nor on Mount Himavan, nor on any shore of Mount Sumeru. ||169||
Look here, this lion, mistaking the round rock on this mountain for an elephant, is repeatedly striking it and digging the nearby ground with its claws, because it sees the rock covered with the mad-water that flows from the temples of wild elephants. ||170||
Here, in this forest, this lion, with the radiance of a full moon in autumn, is adorning the mouth of the cave-like opening of this mountain with the beauty of its laughter. It is slowly waking up, yawning, and desiring to leap onto the peak of the mountain. ||171||
Here, this serpent is lying in the bower of creepers. It is protruding half of its body from the burrow of this mountain, and it appears as if a large, heavy mass of the intestines of a mountain, gathered in one place. It has held its breath, opened its mouth-like burrow, and desires to satisfy its hunger by falling into it, mistaking it for a burrow, with the wild creatures. ||172||
It is fitting that this mountain, with its long, extended peaks, touches the water of the ocean, and that this ocean, agitated by the wind, constantly cools the shores of this mountain king with the many small drops of its rising waves. For those whose hearts are cool, that is, peaceful, cool, that is, pacify, the men who come near them. ||173||