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A fistful of dust a day· Verses 1–8

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Now hear another wonderful deed of Krsna, king, who wears a human body in play: how the lord of Saubha was killed. Salva, the friend of Sisupala, had come to Rukmini's wedding, and the Yadus beat him in the fighting there, and Jarasandha and the rest along with him. Salva made a vow while all the rulers of the earth listened: I will make the earth a place with no Yadus in it. Watch my manhood. Having vowed this, the foolish king worshipped the god Pasupati, the master, swallowing one fistful of dust a day. At the end of a year the revered husband of Uma, who is quickly satisfied, offered Salva his choice of a boon, since he had come for refuge.

He chose a vehicle that gods, antigods and men, gandharvas, serpents and raksasas could not break, that went wherever he wished, and that would frighten the Vrsnis. So be it, said the lord of the mountain; and Maya, who conquers the cities of enemies, built a city and gave it to Salva: Saubha, made of iron. Having got that vehicle, which went where he wished, a home of darkness and hard to come at, Salva went to Dvaravati, remembering the enmity the Vrsnis had made.