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The Seventh Chapter
Even the playful activities of the young Dashagriva were terrifying, while the playful activities of his two younger brothers brought joy even to his enemies. || 227 || Among her brothers, the beautiful Chandra-nakha shone like the evening twilight, adorned with excellent deeds, amidst the sun and moon. || 228 || Then, the young Dashagriva, adorned with a tuft of hair, sat in his mother's lap, spreading moonlight with the rays of his teeth, as it were, in all ten directions. At that time, Vaishravana was going somewhere in the sky. He was illuminating the directions with his brilliance, adorned with a group of Vidyadharas, endowed with glory and power, and surrounded by those elephant-like clouds that were shining with lightning-like garlands, releasing streams of intoxicating water, and whose ears seemed like conch shells hanging from the sky. Vaishravana was making the group of directions resound with the great sound of his trumpet, which deafened the ears. He was the bearer of great power, and with his huge army, he seemed to be swallowing and releasing the sky in front of him. Dashagriva looked at him with a serious gaze. || 229 - 233 || Dashagriva, being playful due to his childhood, saw the glory of Vaishravana and, laughing, asked his mother, "O Mother! Who is this, going from here, considering the whole world as grass, surrounded by a huge army?" || 234 - 235 || Then his mother said to him, "This is your maternal uncle's son. He has mastered many arts, is endowed with great wealth, is famous in the world, is endowed with great wealth, and, like a second sun, makes enemies tremble as he wanders the world." || 236 - 237 || Indra, the Vidyadhara, killed your grandfather's brother, Mali, in battle, and gave Lanka, which had been taken away from your father, to him, so he protects Lanka. || 238 || For the sake of this Lanka, your father thinks of hundreds of desires, and neither finds peace in the day nor sleep at night. || 239 || O son! I am also consumed by this thought, and for a man, death is better than the loss of his home. || 240 ||