Verse 15

⁸Spoken to in this way, the revered son of Badarayana gave him his leave, and, honoured by the god among men, went away with the mendicants. ⁹And Pariksit, the royal sage, setting the self in the self by the self, sat thinking on the highest, with no breath stirring in him, like a tree. ¹⁰Seated on kusa grass with its points to the east, on the bank of the Ganga, facing north, he had become Brahman: a great yogin, with nothing clinging to him and his doubt cut through. ¹¹Taksaka, sent by the brahmin's son in his anger, sages, going to kill the king, saw Kasyapa on the road. ¹²He satisfied him with wealth and turned him back, the man who takes poison away. Then, covered over in the form of a brahmin, being able to take any shape he wished, he bit the king.

¹³The body of the royal sage, who had become Brahman, was made ashes at once by the fire of the snake's poison, while every being that wears a body looked on. ¹⁴A great cry of grief went up on the earth, in the sky and in every direction, and all of them were struck with wonder: the gods, the antigods, men and the rest. ¹⁵The drums of the gods sounded, gandharvas and apsarases sang, and the wise ones rained down showers of flowers and cried that it was well done.