Verse 11

⁶Touched by the hand of him whose renown is highest, it let the lizard's shape go at once and stood there a dweller in heaven, its colour the lovely colour of gold melted in fire, wearing marvellous ornaments and cloth and garland. ⁷Mukunda knew the cause of it and asked all the same, so that people might be told. Who are you, greatly favoured one, of such choice form? Surely I take you for the best of the gods. ⁸Or by what act were you brought to this state, kind one, when you did not deserve it? Tell us about yourself, since we want to know, as far as you think it right to speak here. ⁹Questioned in this way by Krsna, whose forms have no end, the king bowed to Madhava and spoke, his crown blazing like the sun.

¹⁰I am a king named Nrga, a son of Iksvaku, lord. Perhaps I have touched your ear when the great givers are named. ¹¹What is there that you do not know, master, who witness the self in every being and whose sight time never blocks? Yet at your word I will speak.