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Alas, for fools like me who act without considering the consequences, bringing suffering upon people without reason. ||12|| My heart, a sinner's heart, is truly made of iron, for it has remained so long against my beloved. ||122|| What should I do now, father? I left home after asking him. How can I return now? Alas, I have fallen into great trouble. ||123|| If I go to war, she will surely not survive, and in her absence, I too will be lost. There is no greater suffering than this. ||124|| Or perhaps my supreme friend, the one who unravels all knots of doubt, exists. He is the judge of this auspicious task. ||125|| Therefore, I ask this friend, skilled in all matters, for those who act with deliberation find happiness, not those who act without it. ||126|| While Pavananjay was contemplating this, his cheerful friend saw him distracted. Grieving over his sorrow, he softly asked, ||127|| "My friend, you have set out to destroy your enemy, why then does your face appear so gloomy today?" ||128|| "O virtuous one, cast aside your shame and quickly tell me the reason. Your sadness fills me with great anxiety." ||129|| Then Pavananjay, his courage shattered, spoke with difficulty, having gone far astray. ||130|| "O beautiful one, listen, to whom else can I speak? You are truly the recipient of all my secrets." ||131|| "My friend, this is not something you should tell anyone else, for it brings me great shame." ||132|| In response, the cheerful one said, "Speak without fear, for what you say is like water on hot iron to me." ||133|| Then Pavananjay said, "My friend, listen, I have never loved Anjana. ||134||