Mother! What you have given me is not rice and milk.' Madhava! Then my mother, immersed in grief and sorrow, hugging me to her heart out of love for her son, smelling my head, said to me - 'Son! How can those sages with pure hearts, who always live in the forests and survive by eating roots, tubers and fruits, get rice and milk?॥ 121-122 1/2॥ |