A SIMPLE MENDICANT FROM THE MOUNTAINS
“I am but a simple mendicant, come from far, very far indeed, to have a darsana of your child…” implored Shiva.
But Yashoda backed off even more, further alarmed at the yogi’s words.
“Take what you want!” she exhorted. “Here… pearls, gold, jewelry… but see my baby, you cannot!”
“Of what use are these to a mendicant?” replied Shiva wistfully. “These are of no use at all in the forests. Please let me have one glimpse of Krishna.”
“Not at all! Go away, please, I say!” Yashoda’s voice had assumed a slightly aggressive tone.
Such were Shiva travails; such His guises that they worked against Him at many times. He was about to turn to go back, when an old lady emerged virtually out of nowhere and cried, “Oho Yashoda, you silly girl! Do you know this is a great benefaction for your baby? To be blessed by this great Baba from the mountains is a huge boon!”
But Yashoda backed off even more, further alarmed at the yogi’s words.
“Take what you want!” she exhorted. “Here… pearls, gold, jewelry… but see my baby, you cannot!”
“Of what use are these to a mendicant?” replied Shiva wistfully. “These are of no use at all in the forests. Please let me have one glimpse of Krishna.”
“Not at all! Go away, please, I say!” Yashoda’s voice had assumed a slightly aggressive tone.
Such were Shiva travails; such His guises that they worked against Him at many times. He was about to turn to go back, when an old lady emerged virtually out of nowhere and cried, “Oho Yashoda, you silly girl! Do you know this is a great benefaction for your baby? To be blessed by this great Baba from the mountains is a huge boon!”
( Did Yashoda finally allow Shiva to see her baby Krishna?}
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