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## The Twenty-Eighth Chapter
This ocean, adorned with delicate droplets of water, resembling the soft rays of the moon, seems to be laughing, as if introducing itself to the directions, or perhaps spreading its fame in every direction. || 170 ||
Here, the ocean, filled with the sound of countless conch shells, adorned with scattered pearls, dark like a bumblebee, and teeming with the constellations of Makara, Meena, and Makara, conquers the sky with its stars. Elsewhere, it seeks to conquer the lineage of kings, for just as the lineage of kings is filled with the multitude of kings, so too is this water filled with the multitude of serpents. Just as the lineage of kings is exalted, so too is this water exalted. Just as the lineage of kings is of the highest standing, so too is this water of the highest standing. And just as the lineage of kings is filled with valiant warriors, so too is this water valiant. || 171 ||
Here, the water of the Ganga, flowing from the Himalayas, with a brilliance like the autumn clouds, enters, and from the other side, the sweet water of the Sindhu enters. Yet, even with the influx of water, its satisfaction is not complete. This is because a reservoir (which is filled with water, and is also foolish) is never satisfied with the collection of water (which is also foolish). Meaning: Just as a reservoir, being foolish, is not satisfied with the collection of foolish people, so too is a reservoir, filled with water, not satisfied with the collection of water. || 172 ||
**Spring Verse**
Spreading throughout its belly, the large crocodiles, like moving mountains, nourished by the water, are like its sons. Surrounded by waves, they clash with each other and dwell together. || 173 ||