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## The Fifty-First Chapter
Hearing this, the son of the wind, Pavana-nandana, became free of anger. His lotus-like face blossomed, and he spoke, pleased: "Well done, well done, O Rama! This is most pleasing to us. You have swiftly rescued the lineage of Sugriva, which was drowning in infamy."
"The lineage of Sugriva, like a golden pot, was sinking into the abyss of disgrace. But Rama, the possessor of excellent wisdom, rescued it with the rope of his virtues."
Thus, praising Rama and Lakshmana profusely, Hanuman became immersed in the ocean of supreme joy.
Hearing of the cessation of his father's grief, Padma-raga, the daughter of Sugriva and Hanuman's second wife, was overjoyed. She celebrated with great festivities, including donations and offerings.
Hanuman's abode was filled with both sorrow and joy, devoid of radiance and yet resplendent. He was imbued with two emotions, due to his two wives.
With his family in such a state of turmoil, the purifier, the victorious one, sought to bring some balance and set out towards Kishkindha.
As he journeyed, his immense army, with its boundless splendor, made the world seem as if it had been reborn, devoid of the sky.
His magnificent chariot, adorned with jewels and gems, eclipsed the sun's radiance with its own brilliance.
Behind this fortunate one, hundreds of friendly kings followed, like the best of the gods following Indra.
The celestial beings accompanying him, with their cries of victory, filled the sky with sound.
The sight of his horses traversing the sky was wondrous, and the elephants displayed their captivating grace, in keeping with their nature.
With chariots drawn by magnificent steeds, adorned with fluttering flags, the sky seemed to be filled with a forest of celestial trees.
The vast expanse of white umbrellas created the illusion that the sky was entirely covered with clusters of white lotuses.