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In the Padma Purana, she sits silently, not speaking, not moving her body, and does not even look at us, being consumed by great sorrow. ||168|| She does not accept even the most delicious food, like milk and other things, which are fragrant and of many colors. ||169|| Then, Ravana, who was burning with the flames of the fire of Kamadeva, and who was immersed in the ocean of sorrow, thought deeply. ||170|| He would sometimes grieve, letting out long, hot breaths, and sometimes, with his mouth dry, he would sing some unintelligible words. ||171|| He would repeatedly shake his lotus-like face, which was scorched by the frost of Kamadeva, and sometimes, he would sit still for a moment, thinking about something and laughing. ||172|| He would roll on the floor, which was studded with jewels, and repeatedly stretch out all his limbs, which were consumed by the great fire of attachment. ||173|| Then, he would stand up, empty of heart, and sit on his seat. Sometimes, he would go out, and seeing someone, he would return. ||174|| Like an elephant with its trunk, which can go in all directions, he would, without fear, strike the floor with his hand, making it tremble. ||175|| Remembering Sita, who had come into his mind, he would blame his own strength and his destiny, which had been unkind to him, and tears would flow from his eyes. ||176|| He would call out to someone, and when the people nearby would shout back, he would remain silent. Then, he would repeatedly speak without any purpose, saying, "What is it? What is it?" ||177|| Sometimes, he would raise his face and shout, "Sita, Sita," repeatedly, and sometimes, he would lower his face and scratch the earth with his nails, sitting silently. ||178|| Sometimes, he would clean his chest with his hand, sometimes he would look at the tips of his arms, sometimes he would let out a roar, and sometimes he would lie down on his bed. ||179|| Sometimes, he would place a lotus on his heart, and sometimes, he would throw it away. He would repeatedly recite love poems and look at the sky. ||180|| How can this be accepted? ||167||