The saintly Brâhman, having heard with joy The words of Indra, poured the sacred oil Upon the prince, and with the perfect ones, The sages, and the gods, anointed him "Son of the mighty king." Then all the throng-- The king, his wife, his son, his followers-- Filled with rejoicing and delight, ascend To heaven, surrounding, as they go, the king Borne in his chariot. He, too, filled with joy-- The mighty father, who eternal bliss Both for his people and himself had gained, Once more in form and mien a king--reposed, Resting from all his toils, his faithful friends Surrounding him with a protecting wall. And Indra spoke and said: "Upon this earth Great Harišchandra's equal has not been Nor shall be. Whosoe'er may hear his life, His toils, his sorrows, and in sympathy For him lament, transcendant happiness Shall he attain, and all his heart's desire Shall be accomplished. Is his prayer a wife, Or son, or kingdom, he shall gain them all, E'en heaven itself. And he who imitates The truth, and steadfastness, of that great king, Like him shall enter everlasting rest. Mârkandeya Purâna End of Project Gutenberg's Mârkandeya Purâna, Books VII. VIII, by Anonymous