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OCTOBER, 1977
Padmavati :
I tremble, I shiver ! Water spreads all over Him, From ankle to knee, From knee to waist, From waist to neck, Anon it will drown the Saint. Run, run to his rescue.
Dharanendra :
My love, lose not thy composure! Where resides infinite power There abides ultimate victory. The Tirthankara is self protected, Kamatha can do him no harm. Still shall we go there To offer our humble tribute.
Scene 5
(Lonely forest. Parsva in deep meditation. Dharanendra holds his hood above the Lord. Rain subsides)
Meghamali :
I failed! I failed ! All my effforts are in vain ! He continues to be in meditation. What shame, what insult, what defeat ! I flee from here post-haste. No more! No more !
(Kamatha flees. No irace of water. Bright sunshine)
(Chorus) To that great Sun of Knowledge, To that great Moon of Love, To that great Abode of Mercy, To that great Arhat Parsva, We make oui obeisance humble.
(Dance of Celestial nymphs)
(Song) Hail, this new dawn ! Behold, the rays from the east ! All doubts are dispelled,
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