In the epic poem Yādavābhyudaya, describing the history of Bhagavān Kṛṣṇa beginning with his ancestors, the great poet Vedānta Deśika describes King Yadu and his generosity thus:
देहीति वदतां प्रायः प्रसीदन् प्रत्युवाच सः ।
ललितध्वनिभिर्लक्ष्मीलीलाकमलषट्प्दैः ॥
Let me tell you the story:
The wood-cutter was pensive, unable to feed his folk,
Too old as he was to fetch wood from the jungle deep.
"Let me go and ask our King Yadu, generosity incarnate!
If he won't see me and help, to whom else can I supplicate?"
Dawned the day when Yadu met his people,
To listen to their woes and wants.
The guards felt pity for the old wood-cutter,
Grimy, in tatters, clearly in desperate need.
Ushered in and presented to King Yadu, radiant on his throne,
The wood-cutter raised his hands and tearfully fell down prone.
No words were heard. King Yadu simply gestured,
A picture of compassion, eyes full of assurance.
A large platter heaped with gold was brought
And given to the wood-cutter, now stunned into disbelief.
It was a slow walk back to his hut,
His bent back carried the bag of gold.
His wonderstruck wife asked, "What did you tell King Yadu?
What were the king's words that came with this bag of gold?"
"I spoke not, neither did our godly king.
All I heard was the sweet humming of bees,
Swarming on the lotuses held by Goddess Lakṣmī.
Grace incarnate, she's the handmaid of our beloved Yadu!"
(कालिदासकृतं श्यामलादण्डकम्ः
येन वा भाव्यसे सोऽपि लक्ष्मीसहस्रैः परिक्रीडते ।)
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