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## Chapter 182: The Scattered Rejection of the Eager
Even with a small retinue, or even alone, the search for the prince is like a slight burden for a traveler. ||36||
Where the army of the god is vast and boundless, the entry is like that of an elephant into a narrow lane. ||37||
Having said this repeatedly, the fire-footed one was turned back, and he went to the city, sorrowful. ||38||
With a small retinue, like an invincible elephant, Mahendra Singh suddenly entered the great forest. ||39||
He entered the difficult path, strewn with stones, swords, and horns, the path filled with dust, the path echoing with the roars of mighty bears, the path terrifying with the roars of lions seated in the depths, the path filled with the cries of monkeys, the path with trees adorned with fallen horse hooves and the sounds of elephants, the path with the shadows of trees covered with the wheels of the monkey army, the path with the roars of lions, the path with the sounds of lionesses drinking water, the path difficult with the broken branches of trees broken by intoxicated elephants. He entered this forest to search for Sanatkumar. ||40-44||
|| Five Groups ||
The army was scattered by the difficult, thorny, and fallen trees, and the land. ||45||
He was increasingly abandoned by his ministers, friends, and others, and he became alone, like a monk. ||46||
He wandered alone, like a village headman, with his bow and arrow, in the great groves, in the caves of the mountains. ||47||
He ran, fearing the sound of Sanatkumar, the hero, amidst the loud roars of the forest elephants and lions. ||48||
He saw his friend there, by the sound of the gushing waterfall, and then, fearing something else, he ran, for love has such speed. ||49||
"The sound of my bondage is like the sound of the river, the elephant, and the lion. You will find him there, for everything is revealed by a glimpse." ||50||
He climbed the branches of the trees, looking everywhere for his friend, and he marked the directions, like a traveler lost on the path. ||51||
He was sorrowful among the ashoka trees, restless among the bakul trees, weak among the sahakar trees, and pale among the mallika trees. ||52||
He was dejected among the karnikar trees, pale among the patala trees, distant among the sindhuvar trees, and trembling among the champka trees. ||53||
He turned away from the Malaya winds, like a villain, and he was startled by the calls of the kokila birds, even though they were singing their fifth song. ||54||
He was restless in the rays of the moon, like a single roarer, the son of a roarer, and he went to the spring. ||55||
|| Four Groups ||
He was scorched by the sun, heated by the dust, with his feet covered in the dust, like a dog, with his feet like lotus petals, spread out. ||56||
He was walking on the path, which was like the ashes of a fire that gives immediate liberation, and he was unaware of the heat of his feet, like a fire pillar. ||57||
He was counting the heat of his body, like an elephant, a mountain walker, with many hot winds and flames of fire. ||58||