or death, thou shalt become an author celebrated through all the worlds!—­In days of yore, Sakra, also, in Baranasi, filled with devotion, O Janarddana, adored Mahadeva who has empty space alone for his garments and who is smeared with ashes as an agreeable unguent.  Having adored Mahadeva thus, he obtained the sovereignty of the celestials.  Narada also, in days of yore, adored the great Bhava with devotion of heart.  Gratified with him, Mahadeva, that preceptor of the celestial preceptor, said these words.—­No one shall be thy equal in energy and penances.  Thou shalt always attend upon me with thy songs and instrumental music.  Hear also, O Madhava, how in former times I succeeded in obtaining a sight of that god of gods, that Master of all creatures, O Lord.  Hear also in detail for what object, O thou of great puissance.  I invoked with restrained senses and mind that illustrious deity endued with supreme energy.  I shall, O sinless one, tell thee with full details all that I succeeded in obtaining from that god of gods, viz., Maheswara.  In ancient times, viz., Krita age, O son, there was a Rishi of great fame, named Vyaghrapada.  He was celebrated for his knowledge and mastery over the Vedas and their branches.  I was born as the son of that Rishi and Dhaumya took birth as my younger brother.  On a certain occasion, Madhava, accompanied by Dhaumya, I came upon the asylum of certain Rishis of cleansed souls.  There I beheld a cow that was being milked.  I saw the milk and it appeared to me to resemble Amrita itself in taste.  I then came home, and impelled by childishness, I addressed my mother and said,—­Give me some food prepared with milk.—­There was no milk in the house, and accordingly my mother was much grieved at my asking for it.  My mother took a piece of (rice) cake and boiled it in water, Madhava.  The water became whitened and my mother placed it before us saying that it was milk and bade us drink it.  I had before that drunk milk on one occasion, for my father had, at the time of a sacrifice, taken me to the residence of some of our great kinsmen.  A celestial cow, who delights the deities, was being milked on that occasion.  Drinking her milk that resembled Amrita in taste, I knew what the virtues are of milk.  I therefore, at once understood the origin of the substance that my mother offered me, telling me that it was milk.  Verily, the taste of that cake, O son, did not afford me any pleasure whatever.  Impelled by childishness I then addressed mother, saying,—­This O mother, that thou hast given me is not any preparation of milk.—­Filled with grief and sorrow at this, and embracing me from parental affection and smelling my head, O Madhava, she said unto me,—­Whence, O child, can ascetics of cleansed souls obtain food prepared with milk?  Such men always reside in the forest and subsist upon bulbs and roots and fruits.  Whence shall we who live by the banks of rivers that are the resort of the Valikhilyas, we who have mountains and forest,