Such, O enemy of serpents, is the pastime of Ýr¶ RŒma (the Lord of the Raghus), a bewilderment to the demons but a delight to His servants. Those who are impure of mind, given over to the pleasures of sense and slaves of passion attribute infatuation to the Lord in the following manner, my master. He who has a jaundiced eye declares the moon as of a yellow colour so long as the disease is there. When a man is bewildered as to the point of the compass, O Garu˛a, he affirms that the sun has risen in the west. A man who is sailing on a boat finds the world moving and deludes himself with the idea that he himself is standing still. Children whirl round in play, but not the surrounding buildings etc., yet they dub one another a liar (when some of them insist that it is they themselves who are moving). It is in this way, O king of the birds, that error is ascribed to Ýr¶ Hari; otherwise not even in a dream is He subject to delusion. Those dull-witted wretches who are dominated by MŒyŒ and who have many a veil hanging over their soul, such fools alone raise doubts in their perversity and ascribe their own ignorance to Ýr¶ RŒma. (1—5)