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Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen
Those seventeen thousand women of Hari were adorned with the beauty of a lotus garden, gently swayed by a soft breeze. ||26||
When the Lord remained in that state, doubt entered the anxious minds of the women, who had come with great difficulty. ||30||
They, the innocent ones, touched him, entangled in delusion, thinking in their hearts, "Perhaps we have harbored some ill-will towards him, spoken some inappropriate words, or entertained some feeling that is painful to hear." ||31||
Those women, who possessed the grace and brilliance of a group of celestial nymphs, were so consumed by grief at that time that their beauty vanished. ||32||
Having heard this news from the palace guards, Rama, surrounded by his ministers, arrived there in a state of panic. ||33||
Then, surrounded by his most trusted advisors, he entered the inner palace, his steps hurried and scattered, as he was overwhelmed with anxiety. ||34||
He then saw Lakshmana's face, which had lost its radiant glow and was now pale like the morning moon. ||35||
It was not as well-composed as before, completely corrupted by nature, and resembling a lotus that had been uprooted at that very moment. ||36||
He pondered, "What could be the reason that Lakshmana is aloof and sorrowful today, with his head bowed slightly?" ||37||
Approaching him with affection, Rama repeatedly sniffed his head and embraced him, who was shaped like a tree afflicted by frost. ||38||
Although Rama saw the signs of a deceased person all around, filled with love, he considered him to be immortal, like nectar. ||39||
His body was bent, his neck was crooked, his arms were loose, and his body, breathing, contraction of limbs, blinking of eyes, etc. were all signs of a dying man. ||40||
Lakshmana had fallen into a state of meaninglessness. ||28||
Gautama Swami says that at that time, Lakshmana's seventeen thousand wives were adorned with the beauty of a lotus garden, gently swayed by a soft breeze. ||29||
Then, when Lakshmana remained in that state, doubt entered the anxious minds of the women, who had come with great difficulty. ||30||
Entangled in delusion, those innocent women touched him, thinking in their hearts, "Perhaps we have harbored some ill-will towards him, spoken some inappropriate words, or entertained some feeling that is painful to hear." ||31||
Those women, who possessed the grace and brilliance of a group of celestial nymphs, were so consumed by grief at that time that their beauty vanished. ||32||
Having heard this news from the palace guards, Rama, surrounded by his ministers, arrived there in a state of panic. ||33||
Then, surrounded by his most trusted advisors, he entered the inner palace, his steps hurried and scattered, as he was overwhelmed with anxiety. ||34||
He then saw Lakshmana's face, which had lost its radiant glow and was now pale like the morning moon. ||35||
It was not as well-composed as before, completely corrupted by nature, and resembling a lotus that had been uprooted at that very moment. ||36||
He pondered, "What could be the reason that Lakshmana is aloof and sorrowful today, with his head bowed slightly?" ||37||
Approaching him with affection, Rama repeatedly sniffed his head and embraced him, who was shaped like a tree afflicted by frost. ||38||
Although Rama saw the signs of a deceased person all around, filled with love, he considered him to be immortal, like nectar. ||39||
His body was bent, his neck was crooked, his arms were loose, and his body, breathing, contraction of limbs, blinking of eyes, etc. were all signs of a dying man. ||40||