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## The Twenty-Eighth Chapter
The belly of the ocean, churning like boiling metal in a vajra cauldron, is a spectacle of bubbling water and surging air, rising from the depths through countless subterranean holes. The ocean's interior, though constantly plundered of its many jewels by men, remains perpetually hot, for the loss of wealth kindles a fierce inner fire even in the hearts of the greatest. (201)
O Auspicious One, just as you are filled with wonders, so too is this ocean. Just as you possess precious jewels, so too does this ocean. Just as all beings in the world depend on you for their sustenance, so too do they depend on this ocean. Just as you are of a profound nature, so too is this ocean. Just as you possess immense power, so too does this ocean. Just as you are free from laziness, so too is this ocean. This ocean truly emulates you. The only difference is that it is filled with the abundance of water, while you are filled with the abundance of foolish (jaḍ) humans. (202)
Thus, when the charioteer described the ocean's magnificent splendor, Emperor Bharat was filled with great joy and soon desired to return to his camp. (203)