The name of Raja Shri Prithviji has already appeared among the twenty-four avataras. He was such a great lover of Bhagavan's yasha that, for the sake of hearing it, he asked for and received the capacity of ten thousand ears.
राजा श्रीपृथुजी का नाम पहिले चौबीस अबतारों ( मूल ५ छप्पय १ पृष्ठ ७७ ) में आ चुका है॥ भक्षिसुधास्वाद तिलक। १३६ आप भगवद्यश के ऐसे बड़े प्रेमी थे कि उसके श्रवण के निमित्त अपने
In the city of Videhapura, within the ancient kingdom of Mithila, there lived a Brahmana named Shrutideva. He was learned in the Vedas, serene in temperament, and utterly free from attachment to material pleasures. As a householder, he performed his daily duties with quiet faithfulness, accepting whatever came to him by providence and desiring nothing beyond it. He did not accumulate wealth. He did not seek the patronage of kings. Whatever he received on a given day, he offered to his family and to guests, and that was enough. His poverty was not a burden to him; it was the natural condition of a life turned entirely toward the Lord.
In the same city ruled King Bahulashva, a descendant of the Janaka dynasty. Bahulashva was a Rajarshi, a royal sage, who governed his kingdom without false ego or ambition to expand his territories. Despite his immense wealth and power, he lived with the same inner detachment as the poor Brahmana across the city. Both men were consumed by a single devotion to Shri Krishna, and both were exceedingly dear to the Lord. Krishna saw no difference between them. The palace and the hut held equal weight in His eyes, because what mattered was not the dwelling but the love within it.
Once, Shri Krishna set out from Dvaraka toward Mithila, riding His chariot driven by Daruka. He did not travel alone. Accompanying Him were some of the greatest sages the world has ever known: Narada, Vamadeva, Atri, Krishna Dvaipayana Vyasa, Parashurama, Asita, Aruni, Shuka, Brihaspati, Kanva, Maitreya, Chyavana, and others. It was an extraordinary assembly. The very dust of their feet, the Bhagavata declares, purifies all the worlds through which they pass.
When the procession arrived in Mithila, both Bahulashva and Shrutideva rushed forward with folded palms and each invited the Lord and His companions to be his guest. Each believed himself the sole host. Each pleaded with full sincerity. And the Lord, wishing to honor both equally, accepted both invitations at once. He expanded Himself into two identical forms, entering the palace of the king and the humble dwelling of the Brahmana simultaneously. Neither host saw Him entering the other's home. Each believed Krishna had come to him alone.
At the palace, King Bahulashva received the Lord and the sages with royal ceremony, offering fine seats, elaborate worship, and sumptuous food. But across the city, in the bare rooms of Shrutideva's home, something far more raw and overwhelming took place. The moment Shrutideva saw Krishna standing at his threshold, he was flooded with such prema that he lost all composure. His mind drenched in the rasa of bhakti, he raised his hands high, pulled at his own garments, and began to dance in uncontrollable ecstasy. He was so consumed by the sight of his Lord that the world around him simply vanished.
And in that vanishing, something was revealed. Shrutideva, overcome with love for Krishna, neglected to greet the great sages who had accompanied Him. He did not bow to Narada. He did not honor Vyasa. He did not acknowledge Parashurama or Atri or Brihaspati. His eyes saw only Krishna, and everything else dissolved. It was a beautiful failing, the kind of lapse that only the deepest love can produce. But the Lord, ever compassionate and ever instructive, gently corrected him.
Krishna said: O Brahmana, you should know that these sages came here for the purpose of blessing you. Wandering with Me, they purify all the worlds with the dust of their feet. Do not think of them as lesser. Know that the Brahmanas are My worshipable deities. Even My own four-armed form is no dearer to Me than a Brahmana. I am realized as the Supreme Soul by those who know the Absolute Truth, and I rely upon these sages, who are the Vedas personified, to reveal Me in this world. Therefore, honor them. Offer them your reverence. Know them to be non-different from Me.
Shrutideva heard these words and accepted them with joy. There was no wounded pride, no defensiveness. He simply turned to the sages with the same overflowing love he had poured upon Krishna and offered them full prostrations, worship, and hospitality. He laid down mats of darbha grass, seated them with care, and together with his wife washed their feet. The water that flowed from that washing, the Bhagavata tells us, was potent enough to purify the entire world. Shrutideva sprinkled it upon himself, his house, and his family. What little food he had, he offered. What little space he possessed, he gave entirely.
Krishna and the sages stayed in Mithila for the full Chaturmasa, the four months of the rainy season, residing in both homes simultaneously. Through those months, neither Bahulashva nor Shrutideva learned that the other was also hosting the Lord. Each lived in the private and total conviction that Krishna had chosen him. And in a sense, each was right. The Lord had not divided Himself out of obligation or diplomacy. He had expanded because love, when it is pure, calls forth the fullness of God, not a fraction.
Nabhadas places Shrutideva within his garland of saints to make precisely this point. Bhakti does not measure the size of one's home or the contents of one's treasury. It does not ask whether you rule a kingdom or subsist on whatever grains the day provides. It asks only one question: when the Lord arrives at your door, will you open it with your whole being? Shrutideva opened it so completely that he forgot himself, forgot the sages, forgot every protocol of respectful conduct. He remembered only Krishna. And that wild, ungovernable remembering was itself the highest offering.
The correction Krishna offered was not a rebuke. It was a deepening. By teaching Shrutideva that the saints are non-different from Himself, the Lord expanded the Brahmana's love beyond a single object. He showed that the same divine presence Shrutideva adored in Krishna also dwelt in Narada, in Vyasa, in every wandering sage whose feet sanctified the earth. To worship the Lord fully is to recognize Him everywhere, in the guest who arrives unannounced, in the teacher who speaks difficult truths, in the companion who walks beside you on the road. Shrutideva grasped this teaching instantly, and his devotion, already vast, became limitless.
This is the legacy Shrutideva leaves in the Bhaktamal. He was poor in every worldly measure and immeasurably rich in the only currency that matters. His story stands as permanent testimony that God does not weigh offerings on a merchant's scale. A handful of grain placed on darbha grass by trembling hands can hold more devotion than a royal feast served on golden plates. What the Lord receives is not the object but the love behind it. And when that love is total, as Shrutideva's was, the Lord comes not in part but in full, bringing the entire host of heaven with Him.
Poverty Is Not an Obstacle to Receiving the Lord
Shrutideva was a Brahmana in Mithila who accepted only what came to him by providence each day. He did not seek wealth or the patronage of kings. Whatever he received, he offered to his family and to guests, and that was enough. His poverty was not deprivation; it was the natural posture of a life turned entirely toward the Lord. Across the same city lived King Bahulashva, who ruled with immense wealth and yet with equal inner simplicity. Krishna went to both of them. He entered the palace and the hut in the same moment, with the same fullness, without preference. The Bhagavata makes this unmistakably clear: what the Lord weighs is not the size of the offering but the wholeness of the love behind it. Shrutideva's story stands permanently against the human tendency to believe that we need to be richer, readier, or more prepared before we can receive the divine fully into our lives.
When Love Is Absolute, Decorum Falls Away
The moment Shrutideva saw Krishna standing at his threshold, his mind was flooded with such prema that he lost all composure. He raised his arms, pulled at his own garments, and began to dance in uncontrollable ecstasy. He was so consumed by the sight of his Lord that the world around him vanished entirely, including the great sages who had accompanied Krishna. He did not bow to Narada. He did not honor Vyasa or Parashurama or Brihaspati. His eyes saw only Krishna, and everything else dissolved. The tika does not call this a sin. It calls it beautiful. There is a kind of lapse that only the deepest love can produce, a lapse so complete that it is itself a form of perfect attention. Shrutideva forgot every protocol of respectful conduct because he was entirely present to the one presence that mattered to him. This is the paradox at the heart of pure bhakti: when love reaches its fullest point, even good behavior can be swept away by something greater than good behavior.
The Saints Are Non-Different from the Lord
Krishna gently corrected Shrutideva for ignoring the sages who had traveled with Him. The correction was not a scolding. It was an expansion. Krishna said: these sages purify all the worlds with the dust of their feet. Know them as non-different from Me. Even My four-armed form is no dearer to Me than a Brahmana who has realized the truth. The instruction asked Shrutideva to let his love for Krishna flow outward to include those in whom Krishna also dwelt. Shrutideva accepted this teaching instantly and without resistance. He turned to the sages with the same overflowing love he had poured upon Krishna and offered them full prostrations, worship, and care. There was no wounded pride, no sense that his moment of divine encounter was being interrupted. The love simply extended itself to a wider field. The teaching for seekers is direct: to love God and to ignore the saints in whom God lives is to hold the love in too small a container. True bhakti keeps expanding.
The Lord Comes in Full to Each Heart That Opens Completely
When both Bahulashva and Shrutideva invited Krishna and the sages, the Lord accepted both invitations simultaneously. He expanded into two identical forms: one entering the palace, one entering the hut. Neither host knew the other was also hosting the Lord. Each believed Krishna had come to him alone. And in a sense, each was right. This is not a story about Krishna performing a clever trick to avoid disappointing either host. It is a revelation about the nature of divine love. When a heart opens to the Lord without reservation, the Lord does not offer a fraction of Himself as a courtesy. He comes in full. He cannot do otherwise. Love responds to love with its whole being. The palace and the hut were equally honored, not because Krishna was being fair, but because Bahulashva and Shrutideva were equally open. The size of the dwelling has nothing to do with it. The size of the opening is everything.
A Handful of Grain Offered with Trembling Hands
When the sages were seated in his simple home on mats of darbha grass, Shrutideva offered them what little food he had. He had no royal feast, no abundance of provisions, no servants to arrange an elaborate ceremony. He had his bare rooms, his willing hands, and his wife beside him. He washed the feet of the sages himself, and the water that flowed from that washing, the Bhagavata tells us, was potent enough to purify the entire world. He sprinkled it on himself and his family. What the Lord receives in any offering is not the object but the love carried within it. This is one of the oldest teachings in the devotional tradition, and Shrutideva lives it without argument or commentary. He does not apologize for the smallness of what he has. He offers it entirely. The trembling hands are not a sign of inadequacy. They are a sign that the giver is fully present, fully giving, holding nothing back for later.
Hindi text from OCR scan (Khemraj Shrikrishnadas Prakashan, CC0). May contain errors.