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The Fifty-Seventh Chapter
516
Knowing that this was the group of youths, she was very pleased. She said, "You may rest here today, and when you return, bring him here." 556-557
She requested them properly. They were all doubtful, thinking, "She is like Jivandhar in form. Could she be his mother?" 558
They satisfied her with sweet and agreeable words, saying, "We will do so." Then they went on. After going a short distance, they were troubled by the Bhils, but they defeated them in battle through their own prowess and continued on their way as they wished. 559-560
Further on, they met other Bhils on the road, and all of them together went to Hemabhapur and began to plunder the merchants there. The townspeople were enraged and, raising their hands and shouting loudly, informed Jivandhar Kumar of this. 561
Jivandhar Kumar, the possessor of inconceivable prowess and full of compassion, went and stopped the army of Bhils in battle, and he took back all the wealth they had plundered and returned it to the merchants. 562
Meanwhile, Madhur and the others had been fighting for a long time, and seeing the arrows marked with his name, Jivandhar Kumar recognized them all. Then they all met Jivandhar Kumar, and they told him all the news from Rajapur and stayed there happily for some time. 563-564
Then they took Jivandhar Kumar and set out for their own city. They came to the Dandaka forest to rest. There they met Mahadevi Vijaya. Her breasts were full of milk and stood high because of her affection. Her eyes were filled with tears and were becoming dull. Her body was very thin. She was tormented by thousands of worries. Her hair had become matted. Her breath was constantly hot, and her lips had changed color. Her teeth were covered with a thick layer of grime because she had not eaten betel nut or anything else. 565-568
Just as Rukmini was distressed to see Pradyumna, so too was Mahadevi Vijaya distressed to see her son. It is right, for seeing a beloved object after a long time is always a cause of sorrow. 569
The mother, who had not touched the nectar of happiness born from the touch of her son, fell at his feet, joining her palms in supplication, saying, "O Kumar, rise! You are a hundred times blessed. May you be blessed a hundred times over!" 570-571