On hearing this, A˘gada indignantly replied: “Take care what you say, you vainglorious wretch. How can He be accounted a man, you wretched RŒva˜a, at whose very sight melted away the pride of ParaÜurŒma—the same ParaÜurŒma whose axe was like a fire to consume King SahasrabŒhu’s boundless forest of arms, or (to use another simile) like the sea in whose swift tide have drowned innumerable kings time after time. How can Ýr¶ RŒma be a mortal, you arrogant fool? Is the god of love a mere archer, the Ga˘gŒ a mere stream, the cow of plenty a mere beast, the tree of Paradise a mere tree, the gift of food an ordinary gift, nectar an ordinary drink, Garu˛a (the mount of God Viƒ˜u) a mere bird, the thousand-headed Ýeƒa a mere serpent and the wish-yielding gem a mere stone, O ten-headed monster? Listen, O dullard: is Vaiku˜¢ha an ordinary sphere and unflinching devotion to the Lord of the Raghus an ordinary gain?” (1—4)