Arjuna Let Fly his Arrow
'Nobel Princess, I come from Rama'
The Mountain Churned the Sea
So Manu Went All Over the World
An Angel Appeared Carrying a Goblet
From Out of the Fire and Swirling Mists
The Fish Spoke to Manu
Long Ago there was a Wicked King
Krishna Opened his Mouth
The Princess Emerged Carrying her Garland
'I choose you', cried Damayanti joyfully
He Took on a Form of a Dwarf
'What is it you want, O pious pilgrim?'
The Little Dwarf Began to Grow
