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He called for a boat, but the ferryman would not bring it. The latter said, “I know your secret; about the dust of your lotus-feet everyone says it is some drug possessing the quality of turning things into human beings. By its very touch a rock was transformed into a charming woman and wood is not harder than stone. If my boat itself gets converted into a hermit’s wife (like Ahalya), I shall be robbed of the very means of my subsistence in that my boat will disappear. It is by means of this boat that I maintain the whole of my family; I know no other trade. If, therefore, my lord, you must cross the river, command me to lave your lotus-feet.I will let you board the boat only when I have bathed your lotus-feet; I seek no toll from you. I swear by you, O Rama, as well as by King Dashratha, that what I tell you is all true. Let Lakshmana shoot me with his arrows if he will; but until I have washed your feet I will not, O gracious lord of Tulasasidasa, ferry you across.
On hearing these words of the ferryman, mysterious though imbued with love, the all-merciful Lord looked at Janaka’s Daughter and Lakshmana and smiled. |