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## Trishatittama Parva 397
**15.** O Sugriva, King of the Kechara, you have shown your friendship. Now, go to your own country. Similarly, O Bhamandala, you too go to your own country.
**16.** There is no doubt that I will enter the fire tomorrow with my brother, abandoning the hope of life, like Janaki.
**17.** O Vibhishana, the sorrow arising from the separation of Sita and my younger brother does not pain me as much as the fact that I could not do anything for you.
**18.** Noble people help before and after the deed, while mediocre people help only after the deed. But those who do not help even after the deed are considered to be low-born and wicked.
**19.** O Vibhishana, you are a noble person. You helped me before and opposed my brother after. Still, I could not do anything for you, and this burns me from within.
**20.** O Bhamandala and Sugriva, quickly build a pyre. I will go to the other world. You both do what is right for yourselves.
**21.** Then, Jambunada, the great and wise, stopped Rama from touching Lakshmana, who was eager to touch him.
**22.** He said, "O Lord, do not touch Lakshmana, who is unconscious due to the divine weapon. Such actions often lead to carelessness. This is the nature of these divine weapons."
**23.** "Embrace courage and abandon fear. In this world, there are often remedies for those who are in distress."
**24.** "Wailing is not a remedy for noble people. Let your mind be filled with courage and act according to the truth."
**25.** "O Lord, there will surely be some remedy. Your brother will live, for he is Narayana, and Narayana does not die untimely."
**26.** Then, all the Vidhyadhara kings, filled with sorrow, started thinking of a remedy, pondering within themselves.
**27.** "This divine power cannot be overcome by medicines. Lakshmana will barely survive if the sun rises. If a remedy is not found before sunrise, it will be difficult for him to survive."
**28.** Then, the servants, in half a twinkling of an eye, removed the headless torso and other things, purifying the battlefield. They erected high tents, curtains, and pavilions made of cloth.