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On the battle field strewn with death, mandodari sat with her lap soaked with blood, gently cradling the dying Ravana.
Pativrataanaam naakasmaat
patantyashrooni bhootale
She laments.
My purpose on earth is fulfilled she heard him whisper.
Waiting for my Achyutha to free my soul.
A bright light illuminated the skies and beyond and Narayana stood silhouetted, go forth laxmana his deep voice resounded.
Listen with care from the most learned.
Laxman leaned close to Dasagriva.
In a voice so musical, from the depths of evil,
pure goodness was being extracted.
