My dear King, when they recognized it as the head of their King — the lord of Kāśi — his queens, sons and other relatives, along with all the citizens of the city, began to cry pitifully: “Alas, we are killed! O my lord, my lord!”
PURPORT
This verse has not purport by Hṛdayānanda, humble servant of His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Svāmī Prabhupāda.
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