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## Chapter Twenty-Eight
**Mālinī Vṛtta**
This ocean, agitated by the wind, with its waves surging and roaring, is striking the shore-forest. It seems to be angry, as if saying, "There is no way out for me." || 178 ||
You, O mountains, are of great importance, and yet you strike us with your feet. What is the use of your height? Are you not able to cross us? Are you not as deep as we are? Thus, the ocean speaks, "Surely, I am the king of the mountains." || 179 ||
**Praharṣiṇī Vṛtta**
Here, this young snake, mistaking the whale's open mouth for its burrow, runs towards it with joy. The whale, seeing the snake in its throat, does not swallow it out of compassion. || 180 ||
**Dhodhaka Vṛtta**
This group of fish, seeing the water filled with the rays of the great gem, mistaking it for flesh, rushes towards it. Then, suddenly, they see it as fire and retreat. || 181 ||
This old whale, with his eyes rolling with the waves, sees this chariot and thinks it is a large fish. He stares at it with steady eyes. We think he is foolish. || 182 ||
**Bhujaṅgaprayāta Vṛtta**
Here, these snakes, with their jeweled hoods raised, are gazing at the sky, enjoying themselves. They are seen holding lamps in their hands, like the great ocean. || 183 ||