It seemed as though a hundred aeons had passed in my wanderings through many a universe. I wandered on until at last I came to my own hermitage and there I stayed some little time.

When I heard of my Lord’s birth at Ayodhya, I started up and ran in an overwhelming ecstasy of love and went and witnessed the festive birthday scene, just as I described to you in my foregoing lay.

Thus in the belly of Rama I beheld many worlds, but what I saw could only be seen with one’s eyes; it was beyond all telling. Then once more I beheld the divine Rama, the gracious and all-wise Lord of illusion.

Again and again I pondered; but my understanding was confused and obscured by the mists of delusion. In less than an hour I had seen everything. My soul being utterly bewildered, I was weary.

Seeing my distress, the gracious Raghubira laughed; and – mark me, O Garuda of resolute mind – as soon as he laughed, I came out of his mouth.

Again Rama began to play the same childish pranks with me. I reasoned with myself in every way I could, but my mind could know no peace.

Seeing this childish play and recalling that majestic scene (which I had witnessed inside the Lord’s belly). I lost consciousness and crying, “Save me, O protector of all distressed worshippers!” dropped to the ground. No other word came to my mouth.