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(Lord Brahmā speaks to Mother Pārvatī) — O Bhavānī, Your husband is verily crazy. He is a great donor, and every now and then He gives to those who have never given away (anything), and His gift transcends the boundaries defined by the Veda. You are the most clever. Have a look at the desolation in Your own house. (Even) Lakṣmī and Sarasvatī see the prosperity gifted by Śiva and appreciate You (ironically).
On whose foreheads (in whose destiny) there was no sign of happiness written in my script, because of Śiva bestowing every prosperity to them, I am fed up with embellishing heavenly worlds for those paupers. The misery and sorrows of the sorrowful are (themselves) grieved (for they have no place in the world) and begging (herself) is agitated (there is no place for her too — there is no reason to beg since Śiva bestows everything instantly). Please give this authority (of creating destinies of people) to somebody else, I would rather beg (than keep enriching destined-to-be destitutes due to the generosity of Śiva).
On listening to the excellent speech of Brahmā, filled with love, praise, modesty and irony, Tulasidāsa says the great Lord Śiva was delighted in His heart and the Mother of the world, Pārvatī, started smiling.
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