Verse 1

¹Then, having his leave, they ate, and drank the liquor, and their knowing was thrown out of them by it, and they touched each other's tender places with hard words. ²Their minds set at odds by the fault in the drink, there came, as the sun was going down, a grinding of them one against another, like the grinding of bamboos. ³The Bhagavan, seeing that this was the course his own maya was taking, touched the water of the Sarasvati and sat down at the foot of a tree. ⁴And I was told by the Bhagavan, who takes away the pain of those who come to him, and who now meant to gather in his own line: Go you to Badari. ⁵Even so, tamer of enemies, though I knew what he meant by it, I went behind my master, not able to bear being loosed from his feet.