


(Click on
the above sloka to start the audio)

Mandara
sundara nameru suparijata
santanakadi
kusumotkara vrishti ruddha.
Gandhoda
bindu shubha manda marutprapata
Divya
divah patati te vachasam tatirva.
O
Tirthankara! The divine spray of perfumes and shower of
fragrant flowers, like Mandar, Sundar, Nameru, Parijata,
etc., float toward you with the drift of mild breeze.
This enchanting scene creates an impression as if the
pious words uttered by you have turned into flowers and
are floating toward the earthlings.

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