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Chapter Seventy-Seven
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The river, created by the sons of Sagara, extends to the edge of the ocean, is deep as the netherworld, and adorned with white sandbanks. ||1|| It is terrifying with its huge whirlpools, filled with foam, and is beautified by flocks of birds perched on its banks. ||10|| Horses, swift as the wind, crossed that Ganga, just as the virtuous cross the world with the essence of right knowledge. ||11||
Then, though always steadfast like Mount Meru, the commander, Krtaantavaktra, was filled with sorrow, being compassionate. ||102|| Unable to speak, overwhelmed by great grief, and unable to control himself, Krtaantavaktra was overcome by a torrent of tears. ||103|| He stopped his chariot, cried out loudly, placed his hands on his head, and stood there, his body limp and his radiance gone. ||104|| Then, Sita, her heart broken, said, "Krtaantavaktra, why are you weeping like a man in great sorrow? ||105|| You are filling me with sorrow at this time of great joy. Why are you weeping in this desolate forest?" ||106|| "Because of my duty to obey my master's orders, and because I am obliged to speak the truth, I have somehow stopped weeping and have reported the truth." ||107|| "Hearing the words of the wicked, which are like poison, weapons, or fire, Sri Rama, terrified by the ill-repute, abandoned his love for you, which was difficult to abandon, just as a sage abandons worldly desires. ||108-109|| Oh, master! Though Lakshmana tried every way to make him understand your situation, he did not relent. ||110|| Just as a being without a connection to Dharma has no refuge for its happiness,
1. Samyak sansar yogena (?) m. | 2. Dushkirti: m. | 3. Deva m. |
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