Hear now the delightful deeds of Krishnadev of many names. For the sake of devotees and non-devotees alike, the merciful one wanders both realms.
To grant happiness to the saints and to give punishment to the wicked - for this very purpose the Lord has taken a body upon this earth.
Wherever it is fitting that he should go, there he surely goes, taking no account of happiness or sorrow, hunger or thirst, whether near or far.
Then he walked on alone into a most difficult mountain range, eager and joyful to behold the nine lakh yogis said to dwell there.
Hari walked on to behold that mountain, and came to an exceedingly forbidding range. Where no path could be found to go on, yet he was determined to go there.
Though people warned him against going in that direction, he did as he himself intended. He climbed up the mountain, beholding the beauty of the peaks as he went.
He came upon nine lakh (900,000) beautiful sacred fires (dhunis), which burned naturally without being lit. There he saw countless pools, filled with pure water.
Some pools held cold water, some hot - so he saw many such pools of water. Then the siddhas dwelling there came and met him, renowned as they were.
Ones whom no one could easily meet - such great, liberated yogis - all of them met him together at once, and exchanged salutations with one another.
Then, sitting near him with love, he asked the yogis about their practice of yoga. They told him of their experiences, and hearing it, Hari rejoiced greatly.
He said, "Blessed, blessed are you siddhas," and remained there some days. Having given them joy, he then descended from there, and Hari walked on filled with great delight.
Having beheld the nine lakh yogis, he walked on joyfully along the elephant path. From there he turned toward the pure north, where lay Ramkot, surrounded by water.
He thought of going there, but the Lord of Life did not go there in the end. Beholding the vast forests and mountains, the merciful one went instead to Balva Kund.
He observed that pool carefully, noting that it held three distinct properties - the elements of air, fire, and water combined, their essences all present together there.
He remained there himself for three days, and then the Lord departed from there. He entered the southeastern direction (Agni corner), traveling on, beholding every region as he went.
He went to the confluence of the Ganga and the Sindhu (or another sacred river), and bathed there at the proper time. Hari remained there three days, and then crossed over a sea inlet.
He came to the hermitage of Kapilji, a place beloved by all. The sea shone beautifully all around, with the hermitage exceedingly lovely at its center.
He is the founding teacher of the Sankhya philosophy; Kapilji himself was his own teacher's teacher (or, he refers to the sage himself). He, the powerful one, performs austerity there for the welfare of all beings.
He is the establisher of the five great paths - knowledge, detachment, devotion, dharma, and yoga; such was Kapil, whom he beheld there.
Bhaktisut (the son of Bhakti, i.e. Hari) remained there a month, and then the imperishable one departed from there. He came to Purushottam Puri (Puri, Odisha), and there beheld Lord Jagannath.
Then he remained in that place, having some purpose he intended to accomplish. He bathed daily in the sea, beholding Jagannathji with love.
He took up residence outside the city, finding a fine spot by the Indradyumna lake. There he saw many demons, disguised in the garb of siddhas and sadhus.
Filled with desire, anger, and envy, harboring enmity toward one another, haters of dharma, deceitful and lustful, wearing the guises of Shaivas, Vaishnavas, and Vamacharis (left-hand practitioners).
They knew countless mantras and spells, by which they held men and women under their control. They caused people to abandon the dharma of their proper caste and stage of life, corrupting and ruining them shamelessly.
They would claim the fruits of serving great sadhus and demonstrate this before women, thereby causing them to fall from dharma, showing the sin of slandering true sadhus in this way.
Hari saw thousands upon thousands of such people, filled with such unrighteousness. They held sharp weapons in their hands - clubs, knives, and daggers,
swords, maces, sticks and spears, bows in hand and lances gleaming. Many carried guns, and some arrows; some held discuses and tongs in hand.
Some carried tridents and lances, and various other weapons besides. Exceedingly fierce, they constantly sought battle; some kept no weapons at all,
some practiced austerity as renunciates, some wore a gentle and mild appearance. They constantly read the Koularnava text, worshipping Shakti and Bhairav with devotion.
Such countless people did the Lord behold there, a great burden of sin upon the earth. The imperishable one remained there himself, intending to destroy such demons.
But he himself could not take direct action, since he held to the vow of nonviolence. He sat and pondered this matter, and the people there came to regard him as a siddha.
Knowing this, whoever asked him questions, Hari would tell them what would come to pass. Then people, gaining faith in him, would daily bring him grain, cloth, and wealth,
but he took nothing of it, only telling them of things past and future. As this continued, one day a group of demons came to him,
saying, "Do our work - bring us water and firewood!" They threatened and frightened him greatly, making him do tasks unbefitting him.
He did the work like Jadabharat (silently, without complaint), and then others said, "Why do you make him do such things?"
Then they spoke to each other angrily, saying, "Abandon his side, leave him be!" As they argued thus, dissension arose, and anger grew among them.
Then the group split into two factions, each reviling the other. As this continued, enmity bound itself between them, and they resolved to kill without mercy.
At first there were only taunts and jeers, but then they rose, taking up great clubs. First they took up sticks to fight, striking each other repeatedly.
Then they took swords in hand, and rushed at one another in attack. They hurled spears at each other from both sides, wielding sticks without restraint.
Lances gleamed and arrows whistled, as the brave warriors fought among themselves. They struck blows with clubs repeatedly, hurling sticks, knives, and daggers.
Sharp tridents flashed in great number there, striking blows with discuses and tongs. Guns, lances, and arrows they hurled against one another, demon against demon.
Thus the battle raged fiercely, and even the gods in heaven were struck with terror. Drums and war-gongs sounded amid the tumult, swords clashing against swords on every side.
Trumpets, war-horns, and conch shells blared, and countless heads of the wicked fell. The battle raged without restraint, and many bodies fell upon the earth.
Beholding this, the flesh-eating spirits rejoiced, saying, "Today we shall feast well!" Ghosts, spirits, and Bhairavs came, along with all the pishachas, yakshas, and rakshasas.
Dakinis, shakinis, and yoginis came, along with many hungry Bhairavis. Kites, crows, and dogs gathered too, becoming vultures, jackals, and hyenas.
Fallen heads lay scattered upon the ground, and it seemed as though the demons had played a game with severed heads as balls. Many had their hands and feet cut off; many fled and hid themselves.
Thus the battle raged in many ways, and ten thousand went to Yama's abode (died). That many alone remained fallen there; the rest fled and scattered.
They spread the news through many lands, and told the other demons of this. They said, "There was a small child among them; we recognized him as the merciful one.
Because of him this quarrel grew, and we perished fighting among ourselves in anger." Then the demons asked, "How shall we recognize him?"
They were told to give the signs, so that they might know him: "He is exceedingly renounced and an ascetic; he is not tempted by women or wealth.
He remains in trance day and night, and moreover, he knows the thoughts within one's mind. Because of him, division arose among us, and it caused our own destruction.
So if you encounter him, do not let him go." Such was the account given to the demons. Hearing this, the demons said, "Now we shall surely seek him out.
If we find him, we shall kill him by deceit." Thus enmity became bound everywhere. Thus the demons made their plans, and the wise Hari knew of it,
and said, "Whatever will happen will happen for the good; the Self fears nothing from anyone." Saying this, he looked about at once, and beheld souls of divine disposition among them.
To these he gave his teaching, bringing them happiness by cutting away the sorrows of worldly existence. This unparalleled account of Hari's deeds is a source of happiness for devotees of Krishna.
Whoever tells it, and whoever hears it, shall be freed from great suffering. They shall live happily even in this world, and attain the highest happiness in the world beyond.
This sin-destroying story is sacred, for in it are revealed the deeds of the Lord manifest. Devotees will hear it with love; for non-devotees it will hold no meaning.
Whoever tells it with love, and whoever listens to it with their ears, upon them God himself shall be pleased.
Thus in the Bhaktachintamani, composed by Nishkulanand Muni, disciple of Shri Sahajanand Swami, the establisher of the exclusive path of devotion, ends the thirty-third chapter, named "The Deeds of Shri Hari."