The King now perceived that the demand of the queen was really true,
It was death itself which was dancing over the head in the disguise of his own consort,
Clasping her feet the persuaded her to sit down and implore her,
Please do not play the axe with solar race, ask of me my head and i will forthwith give it to you, but kill me not by tearing Rama from me,
May Lord bless all,
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