In forest deep, where shadows creep, Lived Ratnakar, in silence steep. A man once feared on every trail, Who looted lives to no avail. --- (1) With trembling hands and hardened heart, He played the looter’s ruthless part. “For bread and kin,” he’d oft explain, “To feed my clan, I bear this stain.” --- (2) One day beneath the forest shade, A saintly soul, in saffron laid— It was Narada, calm and wise, With truth that pierced like arrowed skies. --- (3) “O Ratnakar,” the seer began, “Why spill the blood of fellow man?” He bowed and said with voice grown rough, “I do these deeds to earn enough.” --- (4) Narada smiled, but with a spark, “Will they, your kin, bear sins so dark?” The bandit paused, his soul now stirred, A question sharp—a sacred word. --- (5) He rushed to seek his family dear, His heart now filled with shame and fear. "Will you," he asked, "my sins embrace, That I may loot and still find grace?" --- (6) His parents sighed, hi...