|He Must Be
At the words of his son, Hiranyakasipu trembled in great anger. He pushed the boy away and
roared to his servants, "Do not wait; take away this evil fellow from my presence at
once. Drag him away. Kill him. Just as a disease born in the body destroys it, this cursed
boy born in our family will destroy it."
Rakshasas of horrible forms, carrying terrible weapons, were shocked when they heard the
order of their master. What, kill the young prince? But they did not have the courage to
disobey the king's order, so they went up to the boy.The little boy stood unmoved
meditating on Lord Hari. They struck the boy with the sharp point of the lance. But it did
not pierce his body. Not a hair was hurt. No weapon injured him. Hiranyakasipu stood
amazed. But the next moment he was reminded of his son's devotion to Vishnu and his eyes
became red with anger.
He screamed, "Bring elephants. Let him trampled under their feet."
Those who heard the king's cruel order trembled. But Prahlada himself was calm and showed
not the slightest trace of fear. Elephants entered the palace. The king himself watched;
his heart had turned to stone because of hatred. An elephant stood upon the boy.
Oh wonder of wonders! Nothing happened to the boy!
Hiranyakashipu's anger knew no bounds. He was grievously
insulted.In boiling anger he ordered Prahlada to be thrown into the river. Then Prahlada
joyously floated on water repeating the sacred names of Hari. It was an unbearable insult
to his father. 'I must kill the boy' - this was the thought that filled all his mind.
Prahlada was given poison; but his devotion to Hari changed it into nectar. The
king's servants pushed him from the ledge of a mountain rock; he fell like a light flower
from a branch and came back to his father unhurt. Thrown into the fire, he glowed like the
Fire God. Rain, wind, snow and sun - nothing could hurt him in the least. Hiranyakasipu
was amazed. He said, "This boy is barely a span in height, just five years old; and
yet he has such wonderful power. Bravo! He is fit to be my son. But he is loyal to
my enemy Vishnu! Vishnu killed my brother Hiranyaksha, and my son is devoted to him! What
shall I do? He is devoted to my accursed enemy. Perhaps he will be my death." So he