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The 35th chapter: Following his beloved, who is lying on the bank, this kokila (cuckoo) is emitting sorrow, as if shedding tears continuously. He is slowly entering the lotus pond, whose banks are covered with twenty-two lotus leaves, his wings covered with lotus pollen. ||230|| This moon, which is stealing the luster of the ripe mṛṇāla (a type of water lily), is drawing its own luster from all directions, and spreading its nectar-like rays over every group of kumudinis (night-blooming water lilies), as if strengthening the bond of embrace with them out of fear of separation. ||231|| Piercing through the group of darkness-like elephants, and bearing a body (orb) that appears red, as if soaked in their blood, and whose star-like eyes are obscured or distorted due to sleep, this lion-like moon, having crossed the sky, which is like a forest, is now taking refuge in the secluded place of the setting sun. ||232|| As the sun rises, the swans and sārasa birds are going to the banks of the lake, accompanied by their calls. The pairs of kokilas are meeting each other, as if their curse has now been lifted. The flocks of birds are settling on the trees, making sounds all around, and the world seems to have returned to its former state. ||233|| The dawn, with its red hue like the lotuses born on the cliffs of the rising sun, and its beauty like a coral forest in the sky-like ocean, is spreading its red luster, like a vermilion-colored door, and adorning the face of the sky. ||234||