Chapter
7:
The
Descendants of King
Mândhâtâ
(8) He was very morose
of having no successor and took on the advise of
Nârada shelter with Varuna whom he asked: 'O lord,
let there be a son born from me.'
Chapter
8:
The
Sons of Sagara Meet Lord Kapiladeva
(12) It is not the
opinion of the saintly to say that the sons of the
emperor were thus burnt to ashes by the anger of the
muni; how can with him as the abode of goodness from whom
the whole universe is purified, the mode of ignorance
dominate and anger rise - how can earthly dust pollute
the ether?
(21) Ams'umân
said: 'No one of us living beings can envision You as the
Transcendental One. To the day of today can not even Lord
Brahmâ fathom You and by what meditation or
guesswork would others, we creatures of the material
world who, considering the body to be the self, miss the
transcendence [see also B.G. 7: 27]?
Chapter
9:
The
Dynasty of Ams'umân
(3) Unto him the
goddess [of mother Ganga] appeared who said:
'Very pleased as I am will I answer your prayers', and
thus addressed seeing his wishes granted [that the
Ganges would wash away the ashes, see 9.8:28]
bowed that ruler of man respectfully.
(9) 'So be it', said
Lord S'iva ever auspicious to all, thus having been
addressed by the king, and with great attention sustained
he the Ganges pure of washing from Vishnu His toes
[see also 5.17].
Chapter
10:
The
Pastimes of Lord Râmacandra
(6-7) It was He who of
all the heroes in the world in the hall where
Sîtâ would select her husband took up the
mighty bow of S'iva that had to be carried by three
hundred men, and fastening the string, o King, bending it
broke it in two like a baby elephant breaks a stick of
sugar cane. With first by the victory gaining to His
chest the divine girl named Sîtâ, who in her
qualities, behavior, age and limbs was a perfect match
for Him, met and defeated He he on his way home with her
the deep-rooted pride of Bhrighupati
[Paras'urâma] who three times [seven,
thus twenty one times] had rid the earth [of its
burden of unrighteous rulers] that now without
royalty had Him as the seed.
(13) The ocean silent
of fear for His angry glance - of which all the
crocodiles [in the rivers] and sharks were
agitated - carried, taking a personal form, on its head
all that was needed to worship Him and said, reaching the
lotus feet, the following:
(23) Thus rebuking him
released He the arrow he had fixed on His bow and that
arrow like a thunderbolt pierced his heart. Vomiting
blood from his ten mouths he fell from his heavenly
vehicle while all his folk, just like the pious do when
they fall down [see also B.G. 9:21],
roared: 'Alas, what befell us?'
