Story of Śrídarśana.
There is a city named Trigartá, the garland that adorns the head of this bride the earth, strung with virtues as with flowers.[2] In it there lived a young Bráhman named Pavitradhara, who was himself poor in worldly wealth, but rich in relations, high birth, and other advantages. That high-spirited Bráhman, living in the midst of rich people, reflected,—“Though I live up to the rules of my caste, I do not cut a good figure in the midst of these rich people, like a word without meaning[3] among the words of some splendid poem; and being a man of honour, I cannot have recourse to service or donations. So I will go into some out-of-the-way place and get into my power a Yakshiṇí,[4] for my spiritual teacher taught me a charm for accomplishing this.” Having formed this resolution, the Bráhman Pavitradhara went to the forest, and according to the prescribed method he won for himself a Yakshiṇí, named Saudáminí. And when he had won her, he lived united with her, like a banyan-tree, that has tided through a severe winter, united to the glory of spring. One day the Yakshiṇí, seeing her husband Pavitradhara in a state of despondency, because no son had been born to him, thus addressed him, “Do not be despondent, my husband, for a son shall be born to us. And now hear this story which I am about to tell you.”