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king his master, so did he enter the gates with tears, his eyes filled so that he said nought. 589
Then looking up to heaven he loudly groaned; and the white horse too whined piteously; then all the varied birds and beasts in the palace court, and all the horses within the stables, 590
Hearing the sad whinnying of the royal steed, replied in answer to him, thinking 'now the prince has come back. But seeing him not, they ceased their cries! 591
And now the women of the after-palace, (hearing the cries of the horses, birds, and beasts,) their hair dishevelled, their faces wan and yellow, their forms sickly to look at, their mouths and lips parched, 592
Their garments torn and unwashed, the soil and heat not cleansed from their bodies, their ornaments all thrown aside, disconsolate and sad, cheerless in face, 593
Raised their bodies, without any grace, even as the feeble (little) morning star (or stars of morning); their garments torn and knotted, soiled like the appearance of a robber, 594
Seeing Kandaka and the royal horse shedding tears instead of the hoped-for return, they all, assembled thus, uttered their cry, even as those who weep for one beloved just dead; 595
Confused and wildly they rushed about, as a herd of oxen that have lost their way. Mahâpragâpati Gô tamt, hearing that the prince had not returned, 596
Fell fainting on the ground, her limbs entirely deprived of strength, even as some mad tornado wind crushes the golden-colour'd plantain tree; 597
And again, hearing that her son had become a recluse, deeply sighing and with increased sadness
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