Verse 13

¹³For a man who trusts, that story grows and turns him away from everything else; and to one made restful by remembering Hari's feet it quickly brings an end to all suffering. ¹⁴I grieve for those who are grieved for even by the grieving, who know nothing and by their own wrong turn away from the story of Hari, whose lifetime the unwinking god wears down for nothing while their talk and their going and their memory are empty. ¹⁵So, son of Kusaru, draw out from all stories the story of Hari, who gives shelter, as honey is drawn out of flowers, and tell it for our good, friend of those in pain, the story of him whose fame is a ford.

¹⁶For the birth and the standing and the gathering in of all this he made a descent and took up his power, and did works beyond any man: tell those works of the Lord to me. ¹⁷So asked by the Ksatta, and for the highest good of men, the revered sage, the son of Kusaru, held him in great regard and answered him.