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is no counting the number of Hadi Siddhas, with their ears cut. 423. A 
Had! hid his face with the dust of cow-dung fuel j and seeing danger at 
hand, Mayana began to weep. 
The burden oe her song. 
424. 11 The apple of his mother’s eyes. Alas, my child ! Who took my 
own away ?” 425. They snatched the razor from the hands of the nap it, 
and gave it into the hand of the ear-cutter. 426. Even as the ear-cutter 
took the razor in his hand, he cried “ Ram, Ram ” and cut both the ears of 
the king. 427. They fastened to the king’s ear an ear-ring of crystal. 
They clothed him in a cloth covered with holy symbols. 428. Five Vaish- 
navas came and dressed the king in a languti. A languti with a string did 
they put upon him. 429. They placed round his neck a Rama rosary. 
They put into his hand a gourd-platter. 430. A torn quilt, a torn langu¬ 
ti, a torn (heart at) departure. All the followers of Chaitanya were col¬ 
lected near the door. 431. Holy Chaitanya and Nityananda, also Radha, 
Sit a, and the High Priest of the Vaishnavas sang the Holy Lay. 432. The 
king’s son began to weep, and cried for alms. His servant Khetu gave him 
alms : elephants, horses, his royal staff and umbrella. Those alms he placed 
with reverence at the feet of his guru. 
The Guru spake. 
433. “ Depart, depart, O king, I give to thee a boon. Thou shalt go 
to the three corners of the earth, but shalt not go to Yama’s dwelling- 
place.” 434. As the king turned his head to one side, all the heavenly 
Munis returned to heaven. 435. Mayana bathed herself in five lotas of 
water, and glad in heart she entered into her own home. 436. In a mo¬ 
ment, # she cooked a dish of rice and fifty curries. She touched it, and placed 
it in a golden dish. 437. She filled a golden vessel with water. “ Eat, 
eat my darling. Happy and light of heart, go thou on thy pilgrimage.” 438. 
When he saw the rice in a (golden) plate, he struck his forehead with his 
hand, and wept. 
The King spake. 
439. il When I was lord of my kingdom, 0 my mother, then did I 
eat rice in many a golden dish. 440. Now I am a beggar, not worth a 
single Jcdori. I cannot eat from a golden plate.” 441. He took a plan¬ 
tain leaf and cut it. Thereon he placed a little rice. 442. He took the 
shell of a broken gourd and from it he drank a little water. 443. He 
washed his face and hands with water. Then what did he do P He uttered 
the words “ S'ri Krishna” and ate the food. 444. One mouthful, two 
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