Verse 6
A thousand arms and nothing to fight· Verses 6–11
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6One day, drunk on his own strength, he spoke to the mountain-dweller who stood beside him, touching those lotus feet with a crown the colour of the sun. 7I bow to you, great god, teacher and lord of the worlds, the immortals' tree that fills out the wishes of men whose wishes go unfilled. 8The thousand arms you gave me have turned into nothing but a load. In the three worlds I cannot find a match to fight with, unless it is you. 9Itching for a fight, with my arms held in, O first one, I went at the elephants of the quarters, grinding the mountains to powder, and even they took fright and ran. 10Hearing this the revered one grew angry. Fool, when your banner is broken, then there will be a fight for you with one who is my match, and it will break your pride.
11Told this, the man of bad judgement was delighted and went into his house, king, waiting for the mountain-dweller's word to come true, the dull man, waiting for the end of his own strength.