Shree Shookdeo Jee said,--O great king! I will now relate how
Bulram, the abode of happiness, the receptacle of beauty, killed the
monkey, Doobid, listen with attention. One day Doobid, who was the
minister of Soogreet, and brother of the monkey Mindree, and the
friend of Bhomasoor began to say, “There is a thorn in my mind, which
always pains me.” On hearing this, some one enquired, “What is it?” He
replied, “I will kill him, who has destroyed my friend Bhomasoor, in
order that the grief of my mind may depart.”
O great king! having thus spoken, he went, on one occasion, in great
wrath, to the city of Dwarka, laying waste the country of Shree
Krishnù Chund, and harassing the people. He set some afloat by
pouring down rain, he sent down flames and burnt others, some he
knocked down with a hill, he dashed hills upon others, some he drowned
in the sea, he bound others, and hid them in caves, he ripped open the
bellies of some, some he killed with uprooted trees. He thus
constantly vexed the people; and wherever he found sages, holy men and
gods sitting, he poured down upon them dung, urine and blood, thus
afflicting and oppressing the people, he went at length to the city of
Dwarka; and assuming a very small form, sat on the palace of Shree
Krishnù Chund. On seeing him, Krishnù’s wives, shutting all the
inner doors, ran off and hid themselves; he, then having obtained
intelligence of Bulram, ascended the hill Kewut, thinking to himself,
“I will first kill Bulram, and afterwards destroy Krishnù’s life.” At
the place, where Buldeo Jee was diverting himself with his wives,
Doobid, O great king! who was concealed, saw that Bulram had been
drinking, and that he had taken all his wives with him into the middle
of a tank, and was engaged in various sports with them, and singing
and bathing. On witnessing this scene Doobid climbed up a tree and
chattering, and uttering angry cries, began to leap and jump about the
branches, and play all kinds of tricks; and defile a water-pot, filled
with spirituous liquor, and the clothes of all of them which were
lying about. On seeing the monkey the women were frightened, and
exclaimed, “O great king! whence has this monkey come, who has
frightened us, and defiled all our dresses?” When Buldeo heard this
speech, he came out of the tank, and laughingly threw a clod of earth
at the monkey, who supposing him to be intoxicated, came down from the
tree, chattering and enraged; he first upset the contents of the large
earthen vessel, filled with spirituous liquor, which was placed on the
bank of the tank, and tore all the clothes into strips. Bulram Jee was
then angry, and poised in his hand his plough and pestle, and the
monkey becoming as large as a hill, came in front of Bulram, prepared
to fight. Buldeo brought into play his plough and pestle, and the
monkey hurled trees and hills. They both closed and had a fierce
encounter, and neither moved back at all from his position.
O great king! these two mighty beings were contending resolutely with
each other, and practising all kinds of feints and stratagems; but the
spectators were ready to die of fright; at length Bulram perceiving
that they were all distressed, threw down and killed Doobid. Gods, men
and sages were all rejoiced at his death, and their griefs were
dispelled; the delighted gods rained flowers and raised shouts of
victory for Bulram.
Having recited thus much of the history, Shree Shookdeo Jee said,--O
great king! that monkey had existed since the Treta age, which Buldeo
Jee killed and released from existence. Bulram, the abode of
happiness, having gratified them all, brought them with him thence to
the city of Dwarka, and related all the circumstances of the
destruction of Doobid to the descendants of Judoo.