extermination of the enemy

Jai sri Ram,
Its contrivance depends on me but my going to your city is out of question, ever since i born i have never visited anybody's house so far, if i do not go it will be a misfortune for you, am in dilemma today-hearing such-king replied in polite way that there is maxim laid in Vedas, the great shows kindness to the small, mountain ever bear tiny blades of grass, fathomless ocean carries floating foams on its breast and earth bear dust,

So saying king clasped the feet of hermit-BE GRACIOUS TO ME, you are a saint-compassionate to humble, please take this trouble on behalf, knowing king completely in influence hermit said cleverly that there is nothing hard to me i will surely accomplish your object but mystic formulas work only when secrecy is maintained about them,

I cook food you serve it, no body to knows me, whosoever taste the food shall become amenable to your orders, go and operate, take this row for a year,  in this way all the Brahman shall be reduced to your will, in turns they will offer oblations into sacred fire, practice adoration and through this channel gods too shall be easily won over,

I will never come in this form, night is far gone have rest now third day will meet, i will convey you and your horse, even while you asleep, i will come. call you aside remind you of all this, the king went to sleep in obedience to the hermit, deep sleep came came, demon kaalketu appear there it is he he assume the form of a boar and lead king astray-a great friend of hermit-he was skilled in many ways of deceit, he had many sons who were killed  by king in battle, recalling the old grudge the wretch conspired with hermit-king and the contrived a plot for the extermination of the enemy, as fate would have it-the king knows nothing,

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Listen O King

Jai sri Ram,
Said the Anchorite, So be it-O king, but there is one difficulty and listen it, Even death shall bow his head at your lotus feet, the only exceptions shall be Brahman's

Brahmans are ever powerful by virtue of their penance-no one can deliver from their wrath, if you can reduce the Brahman to your will, even Brahma, Vishnu and Mahesh will be at your command, Might is of no avail against Brahman, O Sovereign, if you escape the the Brahman curse, you shall never perish,

Hearing his words King rejoiced and said O my Lord i shall no longer die, by your grace, O benevolent master. i shall be blessed at all times, AMEN-said the false anchorite and added with crafty intent, if you tell this meeting with any one and your straying away, the fault will be yours, i warn you,

If this talk happens to reach at third pair of ears, i tell you the truth-you are doom, It is true my Lord, tell me who can deliver me from the wrath of a Brahman, a Guru can save one even from the wrath of Brahma, but in the event of quarrel with Guru there is no one in the world to save from, If i do not follow your advice let me perish_HOW SHALL I ABLE TO WIN THE BRAHMAN_kindly tell me, i see no friend other than you, My Gracious Lord---------Listen O King there are various expedient in this world, they are hard to accomplish and are of doubtful issue besides of course there is one very Simple device, but that too involves one difficulty,

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let me have no enemy,

Jai sri Ram,
Hermit said that is why i live in this world away from the public-i have little to do anything other than Sri Hari, You are sincere and intelligent and are therefore supremely dear to me and i too earned your affection and confidence, the more hermit talked of his indifference to the world the more trustful grew the king,

 Hermit said, my name is Ekatanu, my birth took place at the first dawn of creation, since then i have never taken another body, Nothing is too difficult to me, my son, by the dint of penance Brahma creates, Vishnu protects and Shiva destroy, having discussed many topics on Karma and Dharma and told many legends bearing on them he discoursed on dispassion and knowledge,

Hearing all this the king completely yielded to the influence of the hermit and then proceeded to tell his real name but hermit said you tried to deceive me but i known O king your Name is Pratap Bhanu-hearing the words from hermit king rejoiced and clasping the hermits feet, supplicated to him in many ways,

King Said, O gracious sage, by your very sight i have within my grasp all the four ends of human existence, yet i see my lord so gracious, i would ask a boon which is impossible to attain otherwise, and thereby overcome sorrow, Let my body be free from old age, death and suffering; let no one vanquish me in battle and let me enjoy undisputed sovereignty over the globe for a hundred Kalpas and let me have no enemy,

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wild fire

Jai sri Ram,
King said, even though proficient in every-way yet prefer to remain in tattered cloths, This is why the saints and the Vedas has proclaim that those who are supremely indigent are held most dear by Lord Sri Hari,

I bow your feet, now be gracious to me, my lord-when hermit saw the king's artless affection and extraordinary faith in him, he won him over in every-way and spoke with a still greater affection,

Listen-O king; i tell you sincerely that i have dwelt here long-no one has come to me so far no do i make myself known to anyone; for popular esteem is like a wild fire, which consumes the forest of penance,

Not only fools but even clever men are taken in by fair appearances, look at the beautiful peacock: though its notes are sweet like nectar-devours snakes,

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King did not recognize him but he recognize the king

Jai Sri Ram,
The King replied-Very well my Lord-bowing to the hermit's command he tied the Horse to a tree and then sat down, The king extolled him in many ways and bowing at his feet congratulated himself,

 He then spoke to him in soft and endearing terms, regarding you as my father, my Lord, i venture to address you-looking upon me as your son and servant O great sage, pray tell me your name in full my master, although King did not recognize him but he recognize the king-while the king has a guileless heart but the hermit was pastmaster in fraud,

Being an enemy in the first instance and a Ksatriya on top of it and again royal blood, he sought to accomplish his end by dint of cunning-the thought of pleasures of royalty had made him sad, the fire of jealousy the artless words of Pratap Bhanu and recalling the grudge he had nursed against him, hermit felt delighted at heart,

He uttered the following soft yet false and artful words that my Name is now Bhikari-a Pauper-a mendicant, penniless and homeless as i am-King replied-those are repository of wisdom and free from pride like you always keep their reality concealed,

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Dark and dreary is night and the forest is deep

Jai Sri Ram,
Sri Pratap Bhanu said ranging in pursuit of game i have lost my way and by great good fortune i have been led believe that something good is about to befall me,

The hermit said-it is now dusk, my son, and your city is five hundred and sixty miles away,

Listen, O friend, Dark and dreary is night and the forest is deep and trackless, knowing this, tarry here overnight and depart next morning,

Inevitable is invariably precoded by circumstances that are favourable to it, either it comes to  a man or takes him to the cause of his doom,

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roaming in forest all alone

Jai sri Ram,
The whole fatigue was gone and the king heaved a sigh of relief,

The hermit thereafter took him back to his hermitage and perceived that it was sunset now he gave him a seat and then spoke to him in polite terms,

Who are you and wherefore do you risk your life by roaming in forest all alone even though you are so young and handsome,

Reading the mark of an emperor on your person i am moved with with great pity-listen O great Sage; there is king named Pratap Bhanu and I am his minister,

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