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Yoga-Vāsistha, Book 5: Upaśama-Khanda (On Quietism). Chapter 33 - Prahlāda's Supplication to Hari

Vasistha said- The lord of Laksmi, seeing the gods so clamorous in their accusation of the demons, gave his words to them in sounds as sonorous as those of the rainy clouds, in response to the loud noise of screaming and thirst-striken peacocks.

The Lord Hari said: - Don't you marvel ye gods! at Prahlāda's faith in me; as it is by virtue of the virtuous acts of his past lives, that pious prince is entitled to his final liberation in this his present life.

He shall not have to be born again in the womb of a woman, nor to be reproduced in any form on earth; but must remain aloof from regeneration, like a fried pea which does not germinate any more.

A virtuous man turning impious, becomes of course the source of evil; but an unworthy man becoming meritorious, is doubtless a step towards his better being and blessedness.

You good gods that are quite happy in your blessed seats in heaven, must not let the good deserts of Prahlāda be any cause of your uneasiness.

Vasistha resumed- The Lord having thus spoken to the gods, became invisible, to them, like a feather floating on the surface of waves.

The assemblage of the immortals then repaired to their heavenly abodes after taking their leave of the god; as the particles of sea water are borne to the sky by the zephyrs, or by the agitation of the Mandāra mountain.

The gods were henceforth pacified towards Prahlāda; because the mind is never suspicious of one who has the credit of his superiors.

Prahlāda also continued in the daily adoration of his god, with the contriteness of his heart, and in the formulas of his spiritual, oral and bodily services.

It was in the course of his divine service in this manner, that he attained the felicity proceeding from his right discrimination, self resignation and other virtues with which he was crowned.

He took no delight in any object of enjoyment, nor felt any pleasure in the society of his consorts, all which he shunned as a stag shuns a withered tree, and the company of human beings.

He did not walk in the ways of the ungodly, nor spent his time in aught but religious discourses. His mind did not dwell on visible objects, as the lotus never grows on dry land.

His mind did not delight in pleasures, which were all linked with pain; but longed for its liberation, which is as entire of itself and unconnected with anything, as a single grain of unperforated pearl.

But his mind being abstracted from his enjoyments, and not yet settled in its trance of ultimate rest; had been only waving between the two states, like a cradle swinging in both ways.

The god Visnu, who knew all things by his all-knowing intelligence; beheld the unsettled state of Prahlāda's mind, from his seat in the milky ocean.

Pleased at Prahlāda's firm belief, he proceeded by the sub-terranian route to the place of his worship, and stood confess before him at the holy altar.

Seeing his god manifest to his view, the lord of the demons worshipped him with two fold veneration, and made many respectful offerings to his lotus-eyes deity more than his usual practice.

He then gladly glorified his god with many swelling orisons, for his deigning to appear before him in his house of worship.

Prahlāda said- I adore you O my lord Hari! that are unborn and undecaying; that are the blessed receptacle of three worlds; that dispellest all darkness by the light of your body; and are the refuge of the helpless and friendless.

I adore my Hari in his complexion of blue-­lotus leaves, and of the colour of the autumnal sky; I worship him whose body is of the hue of the dark bhramara bee; and who holds in his arms the lotus, discus, club and the conch-shell.

I worship the god that dwells in the lotus-like hearts of his votaries, with his appearance of a swarm of sable bees; and holding a conch-shell as white as the bud of a lotus or lily, with the earrings ringing in his ears with the music of humming bees.

I resort to Hari's sky-blue shade, shining with the starry light of his long stretching nails; his face shining as the full-moon with his smiling beams, and his breast waving as the surface of Ganges, with the sparkling gems hanging upon it.

I rely on that gosling that slept on the leaf of the fig tree, ¹; and that contains the universe in himself in his stupendous form of Virāj; that is neither born nor grown, but is always the whole by himself; and is possest of endless attributes of his own nature.

I take my refuge in Hari, whose bosom is daubed with the red dust of the new-blown lotus, and whose left side is adorned by the blushing beauty of Laksmi; whose body is mantled by a coloured red coverlet; and besmeared with red sandal paste like liquid gold.

I take my asylum under that Hari who is the destructive frost to the lotus-bed of demons; and the rising sun to the opening buds of the lotus­bed of the deities; who is the source of the lotus­born Brahmā, and receptacle of the lotiform seat (cranium) of our understanding.

My hope is in Hari- the blooming lotus of the bed of the triple world, and the only light amidst the darkness of the universe; who is the principle of the intellect- cit, amidst the gross material world the gross and who is the only remedy of all the evils and troubles of this transient life.

Vasistha continued- Hari the destroyer of demons, who is graced on his side by the goddess of prosperity; being lauded with many such graceful speeches of the demoniac lord, answered him as lovingly in his blue lotus-like form, as when the deep clouds respond to the peacocks' screams.

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