Richly laden with the holy gifts of the gods that lie hidden within the sparks of happiness, Mani now turned her unclouded sight towards the third mountain that rose above the horizon in a splendour never seen before; and she believed to see a miracle.

All the variety of nature was assembled there; summer resided full of joy next to the deepest recuperating rest of winter; spring, beaming with happiness, victoriously won himself a place between the golden and silvery magnificent structures of these mighty phases of nature, like a happy child between its content parents; and autumn lowered the splendour of its colourful foliage towards the glistening hoarfrosted feet of winter as its blessing gift to the next generation, the year to come.

But above all the diversity of rime-decorated crystal plants, of green and luscious leaves, of strong trunks and robust roots of thirst, of the swelling sea of flowers and of golden fruits of the ripe harvest of autumn, above everything the golden scintillating firmament boasted all its stars, shining in so many colours.
On vast and boundless roads of happiness myriads of innumerable droplets drew down from the sky to the head of the mighty sage, each one of these little globulets of happiness forming its own perfect world of rainbow-colours.

In unruffled bliss the ruler of the seasons resided over all the splendour on his bejewelled throne.
Clad into a garment of stars and richly decorated with an abundance of the most exquisite flowers, he overlooked the united nature with an undescribable expression of bliss and cast his honey-sweet insights of diversity within unity - as the greatest wise give them away.

No matter how many light-droplets from the stars streamed down from the sky towards the man with the blue-silvery beard, no sooner had they reached his mighty head than they all shone brighter than before; and from each of these little shell-like lakes of divine nectar a delicate, all-permeating rainbow-
bridge stretched out yet to another dew-droplet that peopled like innumerable others the garden of the three serenely singing celestial beauties, where they rested in deep and blissful slumber on leaflets, flowers and grass-blades.

Shimmering in many colours, the arc of light awakened these globules of bliss that swayed in blissful rest to new deeds, and merrily they jumped towards the pure fountain, always taking the one end of the rainbow with them, and dived swiftly into the well.

Now the waters, that issued forth from it, began to shine in the most beautiful colours, and as the white-golden threads of fate of the holy virgins were immersed in them they assumed a luminous splendour of colours.
As if clad into a golden garment, that multitude of colours spread with those sanctified threads of divine power all over the world and heralded the benevolent work of perfect wisdom.