Verse 3

³The sun was the closest friend of Satrajit, who worshipped him. Pleased, he gave him a jewel, and being content he gave him the Syamantaka. ⁴Wearing that jewel at his throat and shining like the sun, he entered Dvaraka, king, and for his blaze no one made him out. ⁵Seeing him from a distance, their sight stolen by that blaze, and taking him for the sun, the people told the Bhagavan, who was playing at dice. ⁶Narayana, homage to you, holder of conch and disc and mace, Damodara, lotus-eyed one, Govinda, delight of the Yadus. ⁷Here comes the sun, master of the world, wanting to see you, stealing men's eyes with his wheel of rays, hot-rayed as he is.

⁸Surely the bulls among the gods look everywhere in the three worlds for your track; and knowing you today, hidden among the Yadus, the unborn one is coming to see you, lord. ⁹Hearing the children's talk, the lotus-eyed one laughed and said: That is not the god the sun. It is Satrajit, blazing with his jewel. ¹⁰Satrajit went into his own fine house, where the festive and auspicious rites had been performed, and had brahmins set the jewel up in the god's room. ¹¹Day by day it puts out eight loads of gold, lord. Where the jewel is kept and worshipped there is no famine, no untimely death, no snakes, no sickness of mind or body, nothing inauspicious, and no workers of maya.

¹²When the son of Sura once asked him for the jewel, for the king of the Yadus, he would not give it, greedy for the wealth, giving no thought to what it is to break a request.