Raghunatha is extremely compassionate and is ever fond of the meek; and it was on him that this fool, this abode of all vices, came and played this trick!

Winged with a spell, the shaft presided over by Brahma sped forth; the crow in terror took to flight and assuming his proper form, fled to his father, but he would not shelter him, for he was Rama’s enemy.

He was in despair and as panic-stricken at heart as was Durvasa the seer by the terror of Vishnu’s discus. Weary and frightened and remorseful, he traversed the realm of Brahma, the city of Lord Shiva and every other region.

But no one even asked him to rest awhile. Who can dare afford shelter to an enemy of Rama? Listen, Garuda; a mother becomes as terrible as death and a father assumes the role of Yama (the king of hell), ambrosia turns into poison.

- and a friend becomes as hostile as a hundred foes, the celestial river (Ganga) is converted into the Vaitarani (river of hell), and - listen, brother – all the world burns hotter than fire when a man sets his face against Raghunatha.

When Narada saw Jayanta (Indra’s son) in distress, he took pity on him, for saints are indeed tender-hearted and good, and sent him straight to Rama. ‘Save me,’ he cried, ‘O friend of the suppliant!’

Bewildered and terrified, he went and clasped his feet and cried, ‘Protect me, O protect me, gracious Raghunatha ! being a fool, I did not recognize your immeasurable might, your matchless majesty!