Hear now what happened next, a most excellent story. Having accomplished this much, Hari then traveled toward the southern lands.
His mind was content to dwell alone in the wilderness; even in dream he had no wish for cities, but held the forest dear.
Bhakti, Dharma, and the others remained with him, having taken on divine bodies; besides them, he desired the company of no other worldly soul.
Renunciation and detachment filled his being, and his mind remained absorbed in them; those who were not devotees of Hari held no place in his sight.
Such was Shri Hari, exceedingly free of desire; he walked on without seeking anything for himself. He came to the sacred site of Adi Kurma, the powerful, joy-giving Hari.
Near it lay the town of Mansa, where Hari, out of grace, arrived. Its king was exceedingly devout, and had established charitable feeding grounds for travelers,
feeding with love whoever came there hungry. He saw this brahmachari, and, beholding him, reflected within his mind,
"This must be someone truly great." Then, with earnest entreaty, he kept the king of ascetics there, seeing how exceedingly renounced and austere he was.
He gave him a fine private platform (ota) to himself, and the Lord remained there upon it. Then the king and his servants attended upon him with great care and courtesy,
serving him daily in this way, regarding him as a great and divine soul. Seeing the honor given to this renunciate, the standing of the other ascetics there was shattered.
Then the demons dwelling in that place said, "This is the one who is our killer - the very cause behind the destruction of our fellow demons before, know this to be him."
Then the demons dwelling there said, "We must surely kill him." So all these sinful ones made their plan, and brought stones to kill him with.
Knowing he sat there alone upon his platform, they came running to strike him down. At night the night-wandering demons came, and began hurling many stones.
Thousands upon thousands of demons gathered, hurling stones without number. From evening until deep into the night, they rained down a torrent of stones.
But Hari, of saintly nature and good wisdom, free of enmity and unopposing, exceedingly forbearing and patient, remained wholly unharmed in body.
Stones fell all around the platform, piling higher than an elephant around it. Hari, beholding this, remained unharmed, and at that moment took up the demons' own weapons.
He thought, "If the king learns of this, it will cause great disturbance." Then indeed the king came to learn of it, and he came at once to the Lord's side.
Other people gathered too, and, seeing the piled stones, were struck with astonishment. Seeing this, the king thought within his mind, "God himself has protected the innocent one.
As with Prahlad, so it is here too - there is no difference between the two." Saying this, the king bowed, saying, "We are your subjects, our Maharaj."
Then the Lord made him his disciple, and gave instruction to many others besides. Then the king thought, "These sinners would have killed this ascetic today.
He is truly our chosen deity, yet we could not even witness proper service being given to him. They surely would have killed him today, and thereby brought shame upon us all.
So these are truly murderous demons; we must deal with them ourselves." Then he raised his army and surrounded the demons at once,
saying, "Seize them, root them out!" Saying this, he had their heads cut off. Countless unrighteous ones died there, and thus much of the earth's burden was lifted.
Thus, through their own sins, those demons brought about their own destruction. Hari himself remained free of sin and fault, holding no anger toward anyone.
Such was the merciful Krishnadev; he then departed from there at once. He came to Venkatadri, the Lord of Life, and had the darshan of Thakorji (the deity) there.
Then the detached one traveled onward, beholding Shiv Kanchi and Vishnu Kanchi. From there Shyam came to Shrirang, to accomplish the work of great souls.
He bathed in the Kaveri, holy as the Ganga, and rested in a flower garden there. The garden shone beautifully, filled with abundant fruit and flowers.
He remained there two months, working for the liberation of many souls. There he spoke to Vaishnavas, and had Hari cause them to give up their false practices.
Other performers of theatrical and deceptive tricks had been doing many dark deeds; he overcame them at once, and the merciful one established his own true authority there.
He departed from there with resolve, and came to Setubandh Rameshwar. He bathed in the sea there, the Lord of Life, and had the darshan of Rameshwar.
This is an exceedingly sacred place, fit to be served by ascetics. He remained there two months, and then the imperishable one departed from there.
Shyam came to Sundarraj, and rested there a while. Then he traveled toward Bhutapuri, without asking the way there,
walking by direction alone, the merciful one who gave no thought to his own body's needs. Ahead lay a forbidding forest, exceedingly dark and dense.
As he walked on and on, night fell; he slept there and continued at dawn. Thus five days passed with no water or food found there.
Evening fell with no water found; his throat grew dry, unable even to speak. He himself grew utterly faint, so great was the hardship he endured, all out of love.
Then, walking on slowly and steadily, he came upon water in the wilderness. Ghanshyam bathed in it, and then bathed the Shaligram stone as well.
There he found four wild pods (fruits), which he roasted and offered as nivedya (food offering). Ghanshyam himself then ate it, and remained there one watch of time.
Then the merciful one departed from there, and by the next day it was noon. There in the wilderness he came upon a well, filled with pure, unparalleled water.
He bathed there, drawing the water out, and then sat in the shade he found, cool and pleasant. He filled a fine leather water-pouch holding about ten sher (a measure) of water,
and, taking the Shaligram stone, placed it in a small bowl. He poured water over it from above, and the pouch emptied out at once.
Then he reflected, wondering where so much water had gone so quickly - he checked whether the pouch was perhaps torn, but found it whole and intact.
Then Ghanshyam understood: "Surely the Shaligram itself has drunk this water." Thinking there might still be thirst remaining, he pondered further in his mind,
and drew out water again and again, giving it repeatedly to the Shaligram. As he continued to pour the water, the vessel kept emptying out.
He did not consider his own need at all, giving the entire pouch of water. Ghanshyam grew tired from pouring so much, until the Shaligram was finally satisfied.
Then he worshipped it with sandalwood paste, and then reflected: "My thirst is quenched, but there must be hunger too" - this thought caused him great distress,
for he himself had not eaten - six days had now passed without food for him. But he gave this no thought at all for himself, so mountain-like was his patience.
At that moment, a kapadi (a wandering religious mendicant couple) arrived there, a man and a woman riding on a bullock. They wore fine ochre-colored garments, and both were filled with great devotion.
They came into that forest, and, seeing Hari, offered him salutation. When they offered him a seat with respect, the couple then spoke,
saying, "From where have you come here alone? Why is there no attendant with you? You must be hungry, my brother" - so saying, their eyes filled with tears.
Then the wise one said to the woman, "Give him some provisions (sathu, a roasted flour mixture); he is exceedingly hungry." Then she gave him sathu with salt, which he offered to Vishnu with love as nivedya.
Then Hari said, "I wish to ask - who are you, such compassionate ones?" Then the yogi said, "Eat first, and then, once settled, drink water.
After that I shall tell you my story, exactly as it is, plainly." Then, having eaten and drunk water, the yogi spoke with joy,
"Listen, ascetic, austere and free of anger - we have recognized you as the pure Shri Krishna himself. So I shall not speak falsely, O wise one; know me to be Ishwar (Shiva), and this to be Sati (Parvati).
Knowing you to be hungry, merciful one, we came here at once. I wander to Shrirang and other sacred places, knowing them to be holy.
For the sake of having the darshan of ones such as you, Lord, know that this is why we remain here." Hearing this account from Mahesh (Shiva), Hari was filled with great joy.
"Sadashiv, dweller of Kailash, has met me directly." He touched his feet in recognition, and then the Lord folded both his own hands in return,
saying, "Lord, grant me the vision of Shiva's true nature, by which firm detachment may arise." Shivji said, "Listen, brave one - firm and steadfast detachment shall indeed come to you."
Praising one another thus, the two met with great joy. Then Ishwar (Shiva) vanished from sight, and the Lord came on to Bhutapuri.
Thus in the Bhaktachintamani, composed by Nishkulanand Muni, disciple of Shri Sahajanand Swami, the establisher of the exclusive path of devotion, ends the thirty-fourth chapter, named "The Deeds of Shri Hari."