Verse 41

³⁵Such a feat of a man's doing is nothing for those who have conquered the six by the dust of the wide-strider's feet. This is the wonder: even one cast far out takes up his name a single time, and at that moment lets his bondage go. ³⁶So he of measureless strength and daring, one day, thinking his self somehow unquiet from the touch of that outpouring of the strands which had come upon him for all his lying at the feet of the sage among the gods, spoke this out of a weariness with himself. ³⁷Ah, what I have done is not good: that the senses have settled me in a blind well of uneven things of sense, built by not knowing. Enough of it, enough. Shame on me, shame, a deer for that woman's sport. So he blamed himself.

³⁸By a looking back at himself, reached through the favour of the highest god, he divided this earth among the sons who came after him, each according to his portion, and put away his queen, whose pleasures had been tasted, and his great riches along with her, as one puts away a corpse. Weariness with the world set down within him, and the power of Hari's play taken into his heart, he went again along the road of the revered Narada. ³⁹And of him there are these verses. Who but the Lord could do the work Priyavrata did, who beat back the shadow and made the seven seas out of the trenches of his wheel rims? ⁴⁰By whom the settling of the earth was made, with its rivers and mountains and forests, and its boundaries too, island by island and part by part, for the quiet of beings.

⁴¹Who made greatness on earth and in heaven and among men, born of the yoke of work, look like a hell; and he was dear to those who follow the Person.