Note 5 — Chapter LXXXI

Thus reflecting, he wandered about in that garden like a madman, being deprived of that maiden, and wept in the anguish of disappointed passion. And the gardeners, when they beheld him in that state, with body covered with the yellow pollen of flowers wafted by the wind, as if with the fires of separation, went and told king Chaṇḍasinha, and he, being bewildered, came himself and saw him; and after calming him, he said to him, “Tell me, my friend; what is the meaning of all this? You set out for one place and reached another, your arrows have not struck the mark at which they were aimed.” When Sattvaśíla heard that, he told the king all his adventures, and he, when he heard them, said to himself, “Strange to say, though this man is a hero, he has, happily for me,5 been beguiled by love, and I now have it in my power to discharge my debt of gratitude to him.” So the brave king said to him, “Abandon now your needless grief, for I will conduct you by the same course into the presence of that beloved Asura maiden.” With these words the king comforted him, and refreshed him with a bath and other restoratives.