Thereupon Kansa said to his elephant-trainer Mahāmātra:—"Keep at the
gate of the arena the fickle-natured and powerful elephant Kuvalayapida,
the oppressor of other elephants, whose temples are soaked with temporal
juice, eyes are always inebriate and who is always angry with men
(30–31). When the mean forest-ranging sons, of Vasudeva, will come do
you so drive that elephant at them that they might at once be deprived
of their lives (32). If by you, through that elephant-chief those two
irrepressible Gopas are killed in the arena my eyes will derive pleasure
from seeing you (33). Beholding them slain, Vasudeva, with his root cut
off and helpless, will meet with destruction along with his wife (34).
Beholding Krishna thrown down all the stupid Yādavas will give up hope
and be slain (35). Having myself slain those two cow-herd boys through
the wrestlers or the elephant I shall divest the city of Mathurā of all
the Yādavas and live here happily (36). I have forsaken my father
because he belongs to the Yadu race and I do now forsake the remaining
Yādavas devoted to Krishna (37). Verily as said by Nārada I am not
begotten by Ugrasena a man of feeble energy who hankers after a son
(38)."
Mahamatra said:—"How did the celestial saint Nārada describe the
wonderful story related by thee, O king, O thou, the slayer of thy
enemies (39). O king, how couldst thou take thy birth from any other
person save thy father Ugrasena? How could thy mother perpetrate such an
abominable deed which even the ordinary women cannot? O great king,
curious I am to listen to all these in detail (40—41)."
Kansa said:—Hear, if you are so anxious, I shall describe what the
powerful sage Nārada, the foremost of Brāhmanas said (42). Once on a
time came to me from Indra’s palace his friend the immortal, learned and
celestial sage Nārada. He was clad in an apparel white as the rays of
the moon, wore matted locks, had an antelope skin thrown round his neck,
a rough sacred thread, a staff and a pitcher in his hands. He used to
recite the four Vedas, was proficient in the art of music and traversed
the Brahma region like his second-self (43–45). Beholding the arrival of
the sage and adoring him duly with _arghya_, water to wash his feet and
a seat I took him to my house and made him seated (46). Seated at ease
that foremost of divine sages Nārada, always intent on meditating upon
soul, enquired after my well-being and said with a delighted mind (47).
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