So saying, Raghunatha strung his how, an attitude that pleased Lakshmana mightily. When the Lord fitted the dread arrow to his bow, a blazing fire broke out in Ocean’s breast.

The crocodiles, serpents and fish felt distressed. When Ocean found the creatures burning, he swallowed his pride and, assuming the form of a Brahman, came with a golden dish filed with various gems.

Though one may take infinite trouble in watering a plaintain, it will not bear fruit unless it is pruned; even so, believe me, Garuda, a mean man heeds no prayer but yields only when reprimanded.

Terrified, Ocean clasped the Lord’s feet: ‘Forgive, O Lord, all my sins! The air, the wind, fire, water and earth are all, my Lord, naturally dull-witted (and slow to change).

It is Maya (your illusive power) sent forth by you which brought them to birth for the purpose of creation – so declare all the holy books. One would find happiness in resting where one has been fixed by the Lord’s command.

The Lord has done well to teach me this lesson; but still it was you who first set my bounds. A drum, a rustic, a Shudra, a beast and a woman – all these are fit subjects for beating.

By the Lord’s power I shall be dried up and the army will cross over, but my greatness will be at an end. The Vedas declare the Lord’s decree to be unalterable; straightway shall I do what pleases You most.’