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## The Thirtieth Chapter
Then, time passed by, and King Bhamandala, overwhelmed with grief, saw the sky, clear and bright like a polished sword. [1]
The lotus, water lily, and other aquatic flowers bloomed, intoxicating the senses, and the water became as pure as the hearts of the saints. [2]
Autumn arrived, its presence marked by the blooming white lotuses, and the rainbow vanished, leaving the earth free of mud. [3]
Clouds, devoid of lightning and as white as cotton, appeared here and there, like fragments of a larger whole. [4]
The night, a new bride, adorned with the crimson glow of twilight on her lips, wore the moon's light as her radiant garment, and the moon itself as her crown. [5]
The ponds, adorned with the graceful shadows of the swans and the calls of the intoxicated cranes, were filled with the beauty of roaming geese. [6]
For Bhamandala, consumed by thoughts of Sita, even the beauty of autumn felt like a burning fire. [7]
His body consumed by longing, Bhamandala, overcoming his shyness, spoke to his dearest friend, Vasantdhvaj, in front of his father. [8]
"You are slow and deliberate, taking your time with everything. I have spent countless nights in sorrow, my heart consumed by Sita, yet you remain unmoved." [9]
"I am drowning in a sea of hope, filled with turbulent waves of worry. Why, my friend, do you not offer me any support?" [10]
Hearing these words, filled with anguish, the wise men were struck with despair. [11]
Seeing them, consumed by grief and withered like elephants, Bhamandala lowered his head, ashamed, for a moment. [12]