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In the Padma Purana, the young Andhrak fell to the earth, devoid of radiance. He lay lifeless, resembling the pale light of the morning moon. ||465||
Kishkindha, struck by a stone thrown at his chest by the lightning-chariot, fainted. But regaining consciousness, he hurled the same stone at Kishkindha's chest, causing him to fall unconscious. ||466-467||
Then, filled with love, the king of Lanka, Lakenndra, took him to Kishkupur, neglecting his own safety. After a long time, Kishkindha regained consciousness. ||468||
When he opened his eyes and did not see Andhrak, he asked those standing nearby, "Where is my brother?" ||469||
At that moment, like the ocean churned by the winds of destruction, he heard the cries of the inner palace, caused by Andhrak's demise. ||470||
Overwhelmed by grief, Kishkindha lamented for a long time, his heart filled with waves of sorrow born from the contemplation of his brother's virtues. ||471||
"Oh brother! How could you die while I am alive? Your death has broken my right arm." ||472||
"How could that wicked, evil man strike you, a mere child, with a weapon? A curse upon that unjust villain!" ||473||
"I, who would become anxious even if I didn't see you for a moment, how can I bear to live now?" ||474||
"Or perhaps my heart is made of iron, for even knowing your death, it refuses to leave my body." ||475||
"Remembering your gentle smile, born from gatherings of valiant men, your radiant joy, I am consumed by unbearable sorrow." ||476||
"Every playful act, every joy we shared, was like a shower of nectar upon my entire being." ||477||
"But now, the memory of those moments, instead of bringing joy, feels like a deadly poison, piercing my heart." ||478||
Mar dala ||464||