With gentle words, he addressed the outcaste, whose mind was not trained in proper conduct. Despite the outcaste’s ignorance, he spoke kindly, extending the same sweetness even to the Brahma-rakshasa. Yet, he reminded the Brahma-rakshasa, “Truth must always be spoken.” The outcaste, steadfast in his vow, received his words with humility. Then the Brahma-rakshasa pleaded, “Grant me the fruit of your singing, if you desire your own life.” Hearing this request, the outcaste replied, “Having said, ‘I will eat,’ what reward of singing do you desire from me?” The Brahma-rakshasa answered, “Give me just one supreme merit from your singing.” The outcaste, greedy for the song, responded, “I do not grant you the fruit of singing that you desire, O Brahma-rakshasa.” Hearing this, the rakshasa spoke again, explaining, “By the fruit of your singing, I have been delivered.” The outcaste, filled with wonder, spoke sweetly in return. The rakshasa revealed the cause of his condition: “By the fault of my actions, I became a rakshasa. Having fallen from the thread-mantra, though established in sacrificial rites, once, while the sacrifice was underway, fate intervened. On the fifth night, with the rite still incomplete, because of that wicked deed, I attained the state of a rakshasa. There, lacking the proper thread, I performed the ancestral rites. Because of the fault in that act, I was born in a rakshasa womb.” The outcaste then said, “So be it.” The rakshasa replied, “I grant it, if you are freed with a pure mind.” Saying, “He delivers from hardships,” the boon was granted. The rakshasa was born pure and spotless, like the autumn moon. Having performed great deeds, he attained the state of Brahma. The song was sung to me while I was awake, O wise one. One who abandons all attachments attains my world; freed from all attachments, he goes to my world. By the sound of whose song, one crosses the ocean of worldly existence. By his own power, as a human, he conquered the assembly of gods. For nine thousand years and nine hundred years, he fell from Kubera’s abode, free to go as he wished. Listen, O Earth, as he was dancing—I will tell you by which a man, cutting the bonds of worldly existence, may go. Thirty thousand years, and thirty hundred years as well, is the reward, O fair-hipped one, for one devoted to my actions. He is born as my devotee, freed from the bonds of worldly existence. Having attained Jambudvīpa, he is born as a king of kings. He is born as my devotee, devoted to my actions. Whoever leads me, O Earth, remaining on the path of my actions, attains these rewards.