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The Twenty-First Chapter
My body, adorned with beautiful ornaments, was like a *Aalan* (a type of tree), attracting the eyes and minds of women. (57)
I was pampered with the finest pleasures, thanks to the grace of your father. But now, like a treacherous friend, it has betrayed me. (58)
My hand, which once held the power to vanquish enemies, now holds a stick for support. (59)
My back is bent like a bow drawn by a valiant warrior, and my head hangs low, as if crushed by the foot of Yama (the god of death). (60)
The sounds of my voice, once clear and resonant, have faded away. It seems as if the heat of the *Ushmavarna* (sounds like 'sh', 's', 'h') has consumed them, leaving me unable to bear the heat. (61)
If I don't hold onto this stick, my life's lifeline, this decaying body will fall to the ground. (62)
My body is growing weak, my strength waning, and my enthusiasm fading. Oh King, it is a wonder that I can still breathe with this body. (63)
Oh Lord, this body, ravaged by old age, is now beyond my control. How can I even think of external things? (64)
My senses, once sharp and powerful, are now dull and sluggish. My mind has become inert. (65)
I try to move my feet, but they stumble and fall. I see the entire earth as dark and gloomy. (66)
This royal lineage has been passed down through generations. Even in this state, I cannot abandon it. (67)
My body is like a ripe fruit, ready to be consumed by Yama, the devourer of life. (68)
Oh Master, I do not fear death as much as I fear the loss of your service. (69)
Why should I hesitate, with this body in such a state? My life depends on your command. (70)
I was so strong, I considered even the king as insignificant as a blade of grass. (56)