His fame was great. He performed all the sacrifices enjoined by tradition. He was
a refuge for the good. He has now entered the higher world and joined the gods."
On hearing this, Bharata fell down uttering
a cry, his long arms stretched out on the ground. Rising, he looked at his father's empty
bed and sobbed like a destitute orphan. The mighty hero threw his god-like frame on the
earth and wept like a child in uncontrolled grief.
Looking at her son, who lay on the ground
like a big tree fallen to the axe, Kaikeyi said: "Arise, O King. Stand up. It
is not right for a king thus to mourn and roll on the ground. Honour and glory are
waiting for your acceptance. You are to uphold the dharma and perform sacrifices in
the way of your royal fathers. Your intelligence shines like the noonday sun. No
misfortune dare come near you. Son, strong of limb and brave-hearted, stand up."