Recovering himself the king got up and sat down, asked sumantra-where is my gracious Rama, where is my Laxmana. where is my beloved daughter in law Sita,
The night seemed to him like an age and he felt as though it would never end, He was reminded of the blind hermit's curse and he narrated the whole story to kaushalya, he was filled with agony, fie on the hope of surviving without Rama,
What shall i gain by preserving this body, which has failed to keep my vow of Love,
Crying Rama-Rama and Rama yet again Rama, Rama, Rama, Rama, the king cast off his body in his agony of separation, ascended to the abode of gods,
May Lord bless all,
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