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A warrior, bowing low, says to his beloved, "My dear, let me go. I will do nothing beautiful (good). I will go out and repay the king's debt with the offering of my head."
The warrior's two swords are bound together, as if Garuda had displayed his wings. Someone has drawn his fierce sword, as if a cloud had shown its lightning bolt. Another warrior says, "Today I will kill the enemy and give my lord a kingdom free from thorns. My lord is insignificant and the enemy is superior, so I am also a great warrior. My dear, what is there to think about? Quickly give me your hand and embrace me; who knows where fate will take us next? I will fight with the same hands that have received the blessings of my lord."
A warrior says, "If my chest is pierced by the tusks of elephants whose mouths have been wounded,