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Chapter One Hundred and Eighteen
Then, the kings, beginning with Sugriva, said to the god, "We will build a pyre, and on it we will perform the rites for the king's body." [1]
Angered, Rama replied, "Let you all burn on the pyre, along with your mothers, fathers, and grandfathers." [2]
"Or, if any of you have a friend with a wicked mind, then you should all go to death quickly with him." [3]
"Rise, rise, let us go to another place, Lakshmana. Let us not hear such harsh words from these wicked ones." [4]
Having said this, they quickly moved to lift the body of their brother. The kings, in confusion, supported him by his back and shoulders. [5]
Rama, not trusting them, took Lakshmana himself and went to another place, like a child carrying a poisonous fruit. [6]
There, with tears in his eyes, he said, "Brother, why do you sleep so long? Rise, the time has come to go to the bathing place." [7]
Having said this, he placed the dead Lakshmana on a bathing platform, with all its accessories. Then, in great grief, he poured water from a golden pitcher over him for a long time. [8]
After adorning him with all his ornaments, including his crown, he quickly ordered the servants of the food-house, "Bring various jewel-encrusted and golden vessels, and fill them with the finest food." [9-10]
"Bring the best and purest wine, and prepare various delicious dishes filled with flavors." [11]
Having received these orders, the servants, who always obeyed their master's wishes, respectfully brought all the things. [12]
Then, Rama placed a morsel of food in Lakshmana's mouth. But it did not enter, just as the words of the Jina did not enter the ears of the Abhavy. [13]
1. Dish.
2. Lakshmana's + inside + mouth, this is the division.