O Hari, you are truly without attributes, and yet your Maya is exceedingly harsh. You do what has never been done, what no one else would dare. You took Harishchandra's kingdom, his horses, all his glory, and delivered his wife and son to the house of the Domb. You tore Nala from Damayanti and ruined their union. So the world knows, and so the Puranas attest. King Shibi, compassionate to all creatures, you made him weigh his own flesh upon the scales. Karna, bold on the battlefield, pierced by arrows in the fray, you knocked out even his teeth, demanding still more. Bali, generous with everything he had, who raised his hand to give it all, you forced him into servitude and cast him into the netherworld. At Shriyala's house, O Murari, you staged a sit-in and had his own child slain by his own hand. Says Tuka, this is the fate of those who love you with all their being. There is no knowing what you will do next.