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## Chapter Twenty-Seven
**Verse 149:**
Like the shore of a vast ocean, with waves of attendants entering and exiting, creating a symphony of sounds. The great gatekeepers, busy in clearing the throng of people, with auspicious sounds echoing everywhere, making it seem as if Saraswati herself resides there.
**Verse 146:**
Even though it was familiar, it appeared as if it was something new, due to its unique splendor. King Bharat, seeing the courtyard of his palace, was filled with wonder.
**Verse 147:**
Who can describe the magnificence of this vast camp, where treasures are piled high, and countless jewels adorn the center?
**Verse 149 (Shārdūlavikrīḍita):**
Seeing his camp, adorned with Lakshmi's abode, the glorious Bharat, filled with contentment, crossed the threshold, ignoring the arrows (of his enemies). He entered his tent, where the guards were busy clearing the crowd, with flags fluttering, and everything perfectly arranged.
**Verse 150:**
There, in his tent, where auspicious objects were placed, and the air, carrying the cool drops of water from the Ganges, cleansed the altar, the Lord of wealth, Bharat, who had conquered the east, resided in comfort.