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## Forty-Seventh Chapter
Kiskinḏhēśa, grieving for his beloved, wandered about. He reached the place where the battle had taken place. [1]
There he saw broken chariots, dead elephants, and fallen chieftains with their horses, their bodies mangled and torn. [2]
He saw some kings burning, some gasping for breath, some loyal warriors dying for their lord. [3]
Some had lost their arms, some their thighs, some had their intestines spilling out, some had their heads crushed. [4]
Some were surrounded by jackals, some were being devoured by birds, and some were covered by their weeping families. [5]
When he asked what had happened, someone told him that Sītā had been abducted and that Jatayu and Khara-Dūṣaṇa had been killed. [6]
Kiskinḏhēśa was deeply saddened by the death of Khara-Dūṣaṇa. He was overwhelmed with worry and thought, "Alas, I had thought that I would be able to relieve my sorrow by appealing to that powerful one. With great hope, I came here. But my fate, like an elephant, has destroyed my hope, like a great tree. Alas, how can I, a sinner, find peace?" [7-9]
"Should I seek refuge with Hanumān, who will be able to sustain me, a deceitful Sugrīva, who is like him in appearance?" [10]
"How can those who are devoid of effort find happiness? Therefore, I will seek refuge in the best effort to destroy my sorrow." [11]
"Or perhaps Hanumān will scorn me, for I have seen him many times. Only the new moon is worshipped with love by people, not the old one." [12]
"Therefore, I will go to Rāvaṇa, who is mighty, radiant, and skilled in all the arts. He will bring me peace." [13]