Jai Sri Ram,
The gracious Lord too went there in the form of a king, the princes joyfully placed the wrath of victory around his neck, the lord of Laxmi carried off the bride to the despair of all assembled kings, the sage felt much perpetuated, for infatuation had robbed the sage of his reason, he felt as it a gem had dropped from a loosened knot at the end of the garment,
The attendants of Hara then smilingly said, just look at your face in the mirror, uttering these words both ran away in great alarm, and sage looked at his reflection in the water, his fury knew no bounds when he beheld his form, and he pronounced a terrible curse on the attendants of Shiva, O you sinful imposters, go and be reborn as demons, you mocked me, therefore, reap its reward, mock again a sage, if you dare,
Looking again in the water, he saw that he had regained his real form, yet his heart found no solace, his lips quivered and there was indignation in his heart, at once he proceeded to Lord Hari, I shall either curse him or die at his door, he said to himself, he made me a butt of ridicule through the world, Sri Hari met him midway, accompanied by the goddess, the same princess, Lord spoke in gentle tones, to what destination, holy sir, betaking yourself like distracted,
As soon as Narad heard these words, filled with Rage, dominated by Maya, there was no reason left in him, he said,,, you cannot bear to look upon the welfare of others, richly endorsed with jealousy and fraud, churning the ocean, you drove Rudra mad, inciting him through gods, made him quaff the poison, apportioning liquor to the demons and poison to Sankara, lovely Kaustuba gem to your self, ever been selfish and perverse, treacherous in your dealings,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
