Verse 36

³⁰So I grieve now for the world, bereft of him who is the vessel of those qualities, the dwelling of Sri, and looked upon by sinful Kali. ³¹And I grieve for myself, and for you, best of the immortals; for the gods, the fathers, the sages, the good, and for all the classes and stages of life. ³²Brahma and the others, for a long time and wanting the release of his sidelong glance, practised austerity, having taken refuge in the Bhagavan; and that Sri, leaving her own dwelling in the lotus grove, serves the good fortune of his feet altogether, being in love. ³³I, my body adorned by the beautiful feet of the Bhagavan with their marks of the lotus and the thunderbolt and the goad and the banner, outshone the three worlds; and having got that splendour from him, he cast me off at the end of it, while I was still exulting.

³⁴It was he who took away from me my overgreat burden, a hundred divisions of the kings of the demon line, himself his own master, setting you up in yourself by his manhood, you who stood badly and were short of feet, while he bore a lovely body among the Yadus. ³⁵And who could bear the parting from the best of Persons, who by loving glances and lovely smiles and winning talk carried off the steadiness, and the pride with it, of the proud women of Madhu — while I, marked all over by his feet, had my hair rise in a festival on my skin? ³⁶As the Earth and Dharma were speaking to one another so, the royal sage named Pariksit reached the eastern Sarasvati.