"There he is! I can sense him there!" – she said to herself as she approached one end of a long row she was walking past. She began to walk briskly in the direction her heart dictated and took a sharp turn to the left. She came to a sudden halt as a bewildering sight assailed her senses. "What kind of sorcery is this?" she exclaimed to her now numbminded self, which presented her with five men who bore an uncanny resemblance to her beloved, Nal, seated before her. The radiant glow on her face dimmed as she began contemplating an escape. She, in her truest heart, had chosen Nal as her Champion and was attracted by his very presence in that corner of the majestic coliseum. As she stood in her frozen tracks, she gazed in amaze at the five identical men with every physical and meta physical that her lover Nal exuded. She delved into the depths of her soul, questioning, "How can I discern my true love among them? They all appear identical, even their essence feels the same." Her inquiry carried a resolute determination to seek assistance. Moments later, she offered a prayer with the pride of a lioness and the humility of a saint.
In the sweet melody of the swan's song,
I found my heart's true path, where I belong.
Amidst the Lords and beings untold,
I beg you, my love, to unfold.
For I have chosen you, my chosen King,
In your presence, my heart takes wing.
You dwell in every corner, all around,
Within my heart, your presence profound.
For you alone, my love does reside,
No other can claim a place by my side.
We are two halves of one soul's embrace,
Together, we will find solace and grace.
Bound in love's thread, we shall forever thrive,
With you, my King, our souls will survive.
Mighty four, reveal your noble might,
I remain faithful, I remain true.
I leave it upon your divine wisdom
The fate of my love, the destiny of my tale.
Damayanti stood unperturbed, with eyes closed and head bowing in reverence with her palms folded like the delicate petals of a jasmine bud. Love guided her, and as she opened her eyes, she observed distinct variations among the duplicates of her beloved.
One levitated, defying gravity, while another remained unblinking. The garments of the third were miraculously cleansed of stains and wrinkles, and the fourth emitted a radiant light, illuminating a significant portion of the colossal hall. Turning her attention to the fifth, she beheld a figure with a defeated expressions, drooping shoulders, and weathered attire, lost in contemplation of his own feet.