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The kings nourish their servants for a special occasion. If that occasion is not achieved, then what is the use of these men made of straw? (143) This body should be abandoned, the wealth of fame should be earned, and victory should be achieved, the victory of Lakshmi should be obtained, this festival of war is not going to yield much fruit. (144) We, with our bodies, each limb of which is scarred with wounds, and on which the shadow of the arrows that have dulled the sun's rays falls, when will we find rest in this battlefield? (145) Someone said, "When will I, with my arrows, pierce through the many formations made by the enemy army, and lie down on a bed of arrows without any disturbance?" (146) Someone said, "When will I, overcome by fatigue in the battle, lie down for a moment on the shoulder of an elephant, whose ears, like palm leaves, have been cleansed by the wind, and whose fatigue has been removed by the battle?" (147) When will I, with my intestines hanging out from the tusks of the elephant, and with my mouth uttering broken words, become the target of the glances of victorious Lakshmi? (148) Someone said, "When will I, with my intestines hanging like a strong rope between the tusks of the elephants, weigh the victory of Lakshmi, as if she were on a swing?" (149) Thus speaking, the great warriors, lovers of war, in each army, took up their weapons and helmets. (150) Then, as if frightened by the frowns of the warriors, the day seemed to flee somewhere. (151) Then, the disc of the sun turned red, as if it had taken on the red hue given by the shadow of the eyes of the angry army of warriors. (152) At that time, for a moment, the group of rays of the sun, with the leaves of the trees on the slopes of the western mountains, appeared to be covered with the red hue of the setting sun. (153)