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## The Fifty-Second Chapter
The valiant son of the wind, Hanuman, approached the Trikuta mountain, just as the moon approaches Mount Mandara. || 1 ||
As he moved through the sky, his army suddenly stopped, resembling a giant bow, or a mass of dark, swirling clouds. || 2 ||
Hanuman asked, "Who has stopped the progress of my army? Quickly, tell me who is responsible for this." || 3 ||
"Is this the abode of the Asura king, or Indra, or Shikhandi? None of them seem fitting here." || 4 ||
"Perhaps there is a statue of the Jina on the peak of this mountain, or maybe a powerful, disembodied Muni is residing here." || 5 ||
Hearing Hanuman's speculative words, the minister Prithumati spoke, "O great-minded one, why do you linger here? This seems to be a treacherous, magical fortress, filled with cruel devices." || 6-7 ||
Hanuman, with his lotus-like eyes, looked closely and saw the formidable, magical fortress. It was impenetrable, like the mind of a detached woman. || 8 ||
It had many mouths, terrifying eyes, and was capable of devouring everything. It was radiant and inaccessible even to the gods. || 9 ||
The fortress was surrounded by rows of sharp, menacing spikes, and its edges were adorned with thousands of tongues that spewed blood. || 10 ||
It was filled with the hissing of countless, swaying serpent hoods, and the air was thick with poisonous smoke and burning embers, making it unbearable. || 11 ||
Any foolish man who approaches this fortress, driven by pride and courage, will never return, just like a frog that enters the mouth of a snake. || 12 ||
This fortress is like a celestial palace, towering above the path of the sun. It is difficult to cross, difficult to see, and well-guarded on all sides. || 13 ||
It is as terrifying as the roar of a storm at the end of an epoch, and as dreadful as a book of violence, born from the most wicked deeds. || 14 ||