Sloka:
Arjuna falls on a bed of flowers, is sore all over, shaken and tired. He wakes up and makes a Sivalinga (Siva idol) with mud and starts worshipping it. He is surprised and confused to see that the flowers he offers to the Sivalinga are ending up on the Hunter’s head.
O destroyer of Kamadeva, look at my plight!
O Lord who washes away sins, please grant me death.
O Lord, the flowers that I offered are seen
on the head of a mere hunter,
Ha! your friend is the thief Krishna
an expert at deception.
The Siva you worship is no less,
a thief who swallows poison,
rides an old bull and resides on a mountain.
[A battle ensues between Arjuna and the Hunter.
As they trade fierce blow after blow the Huntress beckons the Hunter to the side and says (next padam).]
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