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132. Yama left his former shape, and concentrated himself. He became 
a Vaishnava and changed his form. 133. He used the earth castings of 
crabs instead of sandal-wood paste, and made his rosary of Sail seeds. 
134. Hopefully he took a branch of a castor-oil tree (for his stick), and 
going into a Vaishnava puja house, sat himself amongst the worship¬ 
pers. 135. The Lady Mayana went into contemplation and gazed about, 
and in her contemplation her eyes fell upon the Vaishnava. 136. Maya¬ 
na gave up her former shape. She concentrated herself, and took that of 
a bee. 137. In the place of one bee she became forty-two bees, and set 
out for the place of worship, and she flew around the heads of all the 
Vaishnavas there. 138. All the Vaishnavas said, “ Brothers, hear the 
news. What sinful Vaishnava is in this assembly ?” 139. As soon as Goda 
Yama saw the bees, he slipped under the quilts of the Vaishnavas. 140. 
As soon as the Lady Mayana found out where he was, she settled down 
upon Yama’s neck. 4 41. Not being able to bear the stings of the bees, 
Goda Yama ran away from the jflace. 142. Mayana laid aside her bee- 
shape, and, after concentrating herself, took her own form. 143. She 
seized Goda Yama, and plucked up from the ground an armful of eluyd 
grass. 144. Fifty-two times sixteen scores of ropes she twisted, sitting 
at a place where three roads meet,* and tied her own waist to that of Goda 
Yama. Then she carried off Goda Yama beating him with a rod of cane. 
Mayana spake. 
145. “ Hear, 0 Goda Y r ama, while I make my petition. Set free 
my husband, who is my only wealth.” 
Goda Yama spake. 
146. “ Thy husband I will not set free”, and thereupon Mayana be¬ 
gan to weep. 
The bttkden of her song-. 
147. “ My husband is no longer in my house, 0 lord of the unhap¬ 
py. For whom shall I abide in the days of my youth ?” 
148. Mayana uttered “ tudu , tudu ” with a terrible cry, and all the 
Heavenly Munis came down on hearing her voice. 149. In a chariot of 
flowers, came Gorakh the Vidyadhara. Biding upon a flail, came Narada 
* The fact that a place, where three roads meet, is considered especially favour¬ 
able for performing magical rites, is worth noticing. I need hardly draw attention 
to similar customs obtaining in Europe. In Tirhut,—it is customary, when a per¬ 
son is sick, to cast away at midnight at a place where three roads meet, an offering 
of some yellow cloth, a fowl, and some condiments, over which some charms have been 
recited. It is believed that the disease will then leave the sick man, and seize upon 
the wayfarer who first comes across the offering in the morning. 
