Srimad Bhagavatam Canto 1 Chapter 18: the boy-sage Srngi curses king Pariksit to die by Taksaka in seven days, and the sage Samika's forgiveness shines through.
By the waters of the Kausiki, the youthful sage Srngi, his eyes crimson with anger, hurls the curse that will fall upon the noble king Pariksit within seven days.
Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya.
Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya.
Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya.
Welcome to Srimad Bhagavatam Wisdom, a devotional journey through the sacred histories and teachings of the Srimad Bhagavat Mahapurana. In this eighteenth discourse of the first Canto, the blessed Suta unfolds one of the most poignant turns in the whole Bhagavata — the moment a single rash word from an angry boy sets in motion the death of a righteous emperor. Yet in that sorrow the scripture hides a great tenderness: the fearlessness of a devotee before death, the restraint of a true saint, and the quiet greatness of a soul who neither grieves nor rejoices at the blows of the world. Let us listen with reverence.
In the seventeenth discourse, the emperor Parīkṣit came upon a lowly figure clad in royal insignia — Kali in disguise — brutally beating a cow and a bull, the forms in which Mother Earth and Dharma stood helpless and trembling. The king restrained the wrongdoer, spared his life when he sought shelter, and confined the influence of Kali to a few impure haunts, so that righteousness might endure. It is with the fruits of that righteous reign that the present chapter begins.
Suta resumes his narration, and he begins not with the king’s fall but with the king’s glory. Though scorched while yet in his mother’s womb by the fiery missile of Aśvatthāmā, the infant Parīkṣit did not perish — the grace of Lord Śrī Kṛṣṇa, of marvellous deeds, preserved him. And when, in the fullness of his life, he learned that he must die within seven days from the bite of the serpent Takṣaka, spurred on by a Brāhmaṇa boy’s curse, he felt no terror at all. Having given his whole heart to the Lord, he shook off every attachment, accepted the discipleship of the sage Śuka, realized the truth of Śrī Hari, and gave up his body serenely upon the bank of the Gaṅgā.

Freed of all fear, King Parikshit receives the teachings of the sage Suka upon the bank of the Ganga (verses 3–4).
For no confusion arises, even at the hour of death, in the hearts of those who speak of none but Kṛṣṇa, who relish His nectar-like stories and meditate upon His lotus feet. Here, at the very outset, the Bhagavata quietly reveals the reward of a life given to God: a death without dread.
Suta then explains a hidden truth about the age we live in. So long as the great king Parīkṣit ruled the earth as its undisputed sovereign, the age of Kali — though it had entered every quarter — could gain no real power.
तावत्कलिर्न प्रभवेत् प्रविष्टोऽपीह सर्वत: । यावदीशो महानुर्व्यामाभिमन्यव एकराट् ॥ ५ ॥
tāvat kalir na prabhavet praviṣṭo ‘pīha sarvataḥ yāvad īśo mahān urvyām ābhimanyava eka-rāṭ ॥ 5 ॥
Meaning: Kali could not prevail on this earth, though he had entered it on every side, so long as the mighty son of Abhimanyu, Parīkṣit, reigned as sole sovereign. (Canto 1, Chapter 18, verse 5)
In truth, Kali had set foot upon the earth the very moment the Lord departed for His abode. Yet the emperor, like a bee that draws only the nectar from every flower, bore Kali no grudge — for he knew that in this age good intentions bear fruit at once, while evil deeds bear fruit only when actually committed, so that a watchful heart has little to fear. And what, after all, is Kali? He is a coward’s tyrant.
किं नु बालेषु शूरेण कलिना धीरभीरुणा । अप्रमत्त: प्रमत्तेषु यो वृको नृषु वर्तते ॥ ८ ॥
kiṁ nu bāleṣu śūreṇa kalinā dhīra-bhīruṇā apramattaḥ pramatteṣu yo vṛko nṛṣu vartate ॥ 8 ॥
Meaning: Of what account is Kali, who is heroic only among the ignorant but cowardly before the wise, and who, like a wolf, preys upon heedless men caught unaware? (Canto 1, Chapter 18, verse 8)

While the righteous sovereign reigns, the shadow of Kali is held powerless at the edge of the land (verses 5–8).
The teaching is gentle but firm: the darkness of the age has power only over the careless. To the vigilant and the devout, it is a wolf that dares not approach.
Having recounted the sacred life of Parīkṣit — bound up as it is with the story of Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the son of Vasudeva — Suta tells the sages that this was the very matter of their inquiry. The Lord performed countless deeds worthy of remembrance; therefore those who seek the highest good should listen with rapt attention to His glories.
The sages of Naimiṣāraṇya are moved to bless him. “Good Suta,” they say, “may you live for years beyond number — you who pour out for us the untarnished, nectar-like glory of Śrī Kṛṣṇa. Our bodies are soiled by the smoke of these long sacrificial fires, whose fruit is uncertain; yet you give us to drink the sweet honey flowing from the lotus feet of Govinda. We would not exchange a single moment’s fellowship with the Lord’s loving devotees for the joys of heaven, nor even for final liberation, still less for the fleeting pleasures men chase.” What soul of true taste, they ask, could ever be sated with the Lord’s story — a Lord whose virtues even Śiva and the lotus-born Brahmā, masters of Yoga, have never been able to exhaust? And so they beg Suta to narrate at length the noble doings of Śrī Hari.
Before he continues, Suta speaks with disarming humility about himself. Though born of a mixed union, he says, his lowly birth has been made fruitful this very day through the service of noble elders — for even conversation with the pure of heart swiftly drives away the sorrow of a despised birth. How much more, then, for one who utters the Name of the Lord, the infinite one whom the wise call Ananta, endless in His virtues. To show how peerless He is, Suta recalls that Goddess Lakṣmī herself sought the dust of His feet, though He never courted her; and that the sacred water which washed His feet — flowing as the Gaṅgā — sanctifies the whole universe. Who else in this world, he asks, could truly deserve the name Bhagavān?
The wise who awaken love for such a Lord soon shake off their deep attachment to the body and enter the highest stage of the God-absorbed recluse. “O sages who shine like the sun,” Suta says, “what you have asked, I shall tell you as far as my own understanding allows. As birds fly through the sky each according to its strength, so do the learned recount the pastimes of the all-pervading Lord, each according to his own insight.” With this reverent modesty, he turns to the story itself.
One day King Parīkṣit, bow in hand, was hunting in the forest. Chasing the game, he grew weary, and was overcome by a burning hunger and thirst. Finding no water anywhere near, he entered the well-known hermitage of the sage Śamīka. There he saw the hermit seated perfectly still, his eyes closed.

Weary and parched from the hunt, King Parikshit enters the forest hermitage and finds the sage Samika absorbed in deep meditation (verses 24–27).
The sage had drawn his senses, breath, mind and intellect into perfect control; withdrawn from the world, he had reached that changeless state beyond waking, dream and dreamless sleep, and had become one with Brahman. His body was wrapped in loose matted hair and the skin of a black deer. Seeing him thus, the king — his tongue parched — asked him for water. But the sage, absorbed beyond all awareness of the world, made no reply.
Offered no seat of straw, no water for his hands, not even a kind word, the king felt himself slighted, and grew indignant. Oppressed by hunger and thirst, there rose in him all at once a feeling of enmity and anger against the sage — an emotion, O Śaunaka, that he had never before harboured against a Brāhmaṇa. And while departing, he took up a dead serpent lying nearby and, with the end of his bow, flung it across the shoulder of the silent sage; then he returned to his capital.

In a moment of anger born of thirst and exhaustion, the king lays a dead serpent upon the shoulder of the meditating sage with the tip of his bow (verse 30).
The Bhagavata is careful to show us that this was not the king’s true nature but a passing cloud — a moment’s weakness in a great and righteous soul, brought on by his bodily distress and, we are given to understand, by an impulse to test whether the sage was truly withdrawn from the senses or merely feigning indifference to the warrior class.
Śamīka had a son — a boy of tender years but abundant spiritual fire, named Śṛṅgi — who was at that time playing with other Brāhmaṇa children nearby. When he heard how his father had been insulted by the king, the boy blazed with indignation. He decried the rulers who had “grown fat like crows,” servants who dare to insult the very masters they were set to guard. And in the pride of his youth he declared:
कृष्णे गते भगवति शास्तर्युत्पथगामिनाम् । तद्भिन्नसेतूनद्याहं शास्मि पश्यत मे बलम् ॥ ३५ ॥
kṛṣṇe gate bhagavati śāstary utpatha-gāminām tad bhinna-setūn adyāhaṁ śāsmi paśyata me balam ॥ 35 ॥
Meaning: “Now that Lord Kṛṣṇa, the chastiser of those who stray from the path, has departed, I shall today punish those who have broken the bounds of decorum. Behold my power!” (Canto 1, Chapter 18, verse 35)
Then, sipping water from the river Kauśikī, his eyes turning crimson with rage, the boy hurled his curse like a thunderbolt:
इति लङ्घितमर्यादं तक्षक: सप्तमेऽहनि । दङ्क्ष्यति स्म कुलाङ्गारं चोदितो मे ततद्रुहम् ॥ ३७ ॥
iti laṅghita-maryādaṁ takṣakaḥ saptame ‘hani daṅkṣyati sma kulāṅgāraṁ codito me tata-druham ॥ 37 ॥
Meaning: “Impelled by me, Takṣaka, chief of serpents, shall on the seventh day from now bite that disgrace of his race, who has transgressed all propriety by his hostility toward my father.” (Canto 1, Chapter 18, verse 37)
In that single flash of anger, the fate of an emperor was sealed. The scripture does not hide the danger of a curse spoken in haste — even by one whose spiritual power is real, and whose grievance seems, on its surface, just.
The boy returned to the hermitage and, seeing his father with a dead snake draped about his neck, wept aloud. Hearing his son’s lament, the sage Śamīka — a scion of Aṅgirā — gradually opened his eyes, cast off the serpent, and gently asked why the child wept and who had wronged him. When the boy told him all that had happened, the sage did not rejoice in the curse. He was grieved.

Rousing from his meditation, the sage Samika grieves at his son’s rash curse and prays for the forgiveness of the innocent king (verses 38–48).
अहो बतांहो महदद्य ते कृतमल्पीयसि द्रोह उरुर्दमो धृत: ॥ ४१ ॥
aho batāṁho mahad adya te kṛtam alpīyasi droha urur damo dhṛtaḥ ॥ 41 ॥
Meaning: “Alas, my child! You have committed a grave sin today; for a trivial offence you have inflicted a terrible punishment.” (Canto 1, Chapter 18, verse 41)
A king, the sage explained, bears the very name of Viṣṇu and must never be judged by the standard of ordinary men. Sheltered by his strength, the people live free of fear and secure in every blessing. When the divine protector in the form of a king is withdrawn, thieves multiply, the unguarded world perishes like a flock of sheep, and the sacred order of society — the Dharma drawn from the Vedas — dissolves into confusion. Moreover, Parīkṣit was a monarch of great renown, a defender of righteousness, a devotee of the Lord and a royal sage who had performed many horse-sacrifices; overcome by hunger, thirst and fatigue, and utterly helpless, he had done nothing to deserve a curse. Śamīka could only pray that the Lord, the Soul of the universe, might forgive the wrong his child had done to the Lord’s own innocent servant. For, he said, this is the very mark of a devotee:
तिरस्कृता विप्रलब्धा: शप्ता: क्षिप्ता हता अपि । नास्य तत् प्रतिकुर्वन्ति तद्भक्ता: प्रभवोऽपि हि ॥ ४८ ॥
tiraskṛtā vipralabdhāḥ śaptāḥ kṣiptā hatā api nāsya tat pratikurvanti tad-bhaktāḥ prabhavo ‘pi hi ॥ 48 ॥
Meaning: Though scorned, deceived, cursed, disregarded, or even struck, the devotees of the Lord do not retaliate against the wrongdoer, even when they have the power to do so. (Canto 1, Chapter 18, verse 48)
So grieved was the sage at his own son’s wrong that he did not even dwell upon the offence the king had done to him. And with this Suta offers a final, luminous truth about the saints:
प्रायश: साधवो लोके परैर्द्वन्द्वेषु योजिता: । न व्यथन्ति न हृष्यन्ति यत आत्माऽगुणाश्रय: ॥ ५० ॥
prāyaśaḥ sādhavo loke parair dvandveṣu yojitāḥ na vyathanti na hṛṣyanti yata ātmā ‘guṇāśrayaḥ ॥ 50 ॥
Meaning: As a rule, holy souls in this world are neither pained nor pleased when others place them in circumstances of pleasure and pain; for the self is ever beyond the three modes of nature. (Canto 1, Chapter 18, verse 50)
1. A life given to God ends without fear. Parīkṣit, told of his death seven days away, felt no dread (verses 2–4). The soul who has surrendered his heart to Kṛṣṇa meets even death in serenity.
2. The darkness of the age has power only over the careless. Kali could not touch the earth while a vigilant, righteous king reigned (verse 5), and preys, like a wolf, only upon the heedless (verse 8). Watchfulness and devotion are our protection.
3. The company of the holy outweighs heaven itself. The sages would not trade one moment’s fellowship with the Lord’s devotees for celestial joy or even liberation (verse 13) — a stirring measure of the worth of holy company.
4. Anger, even when the grievance seems just, brings ruin. Śṛṅgi’s power was real and his sense of insult understandable, yet his curse was a “grave sin” (verse 41). Righteous indignation without restraint becomes destruction.
5. Authority deserves reverence and patience. A king who protects Dharma bears the name of Viṣṇu; where such protection fails, society itself dissolves (verses 42–45). Honour and forbearance are owed to those who shelter the common good.
6. The true devotee does not retaliate. Though able to strike back, the devotee returns no wrong for wrong (verse 48). This non-retaliation is not weakness but the strength of a soul anchored beyond the ego.
7. The saint is unmoved by pleasure and pain. Śamīka neither nursed his own injury nor rejoiced in his son’s power (verses 49–50), for the awakened soul rests beyond the three modes of nature.
This chapter holds two hearts side by side, and asks us quietly which we will resemble. There is Śṛṅgi — young, gifted, spiritually powerful, and utterly sincere in his love for his father. His anger is not villainy; it is zeal that has slipped its reins. And there is Śamīka — old, silent, wronged in his own body, and yet incapable of striking back, grieving only that harm has come through his household to an innocent man. Between them lies the whole distance of the spiritual life: the distance from power to peace, from being right to being good. It is sobering to notice that the great tragedy of Parīkṣit’s death does not begin with a demon or a villain, but with a good boy’s ungoverned temper. How often our own peace is broken not by great evils but by small, hot, self-righteous moments. The Bhagavata sets before us the calmer greatness of the saint who has learned to hold his heart still, and gently invites us toward it.
Today, when some slight or provocation stirs anger in you — a harsh word, a discourtesy, an injustice — pause before you answer, and silently utter one of the Lord’s holy names. Let the Name come between the sting and your response, as Śamīka’s patience came between his son’s fire and his own heart. Even a single breath of remembrance can turn a curse into a blessing.
So ends the eighteenth discourse of the first Canto of the Śrīmad Bhāgavata — the story of how the noble emperor Parīkṣit, protected in the womb by Kṛṣṇa and fearless before death, came to be cursed by a boy’s rash word. In Srimad Bhagavatam Canto 1 Chapter 18 we watch a single flash of anger set a serpent on its seven-day path, and we watch a true saint refuse to add anger to anger, praying instead for the forgiveness of the very king who wronged him. Suta has shown us both the fearlessness of a devotee and the forbearance of a sage, and has reminded us that Kali’s power reaches only the careless heart. The story now bends toward the king’s own response — how Parīkṣit will receive the news of his death, and how the sage Śuka will come to him — but already this chapter has given us its treasure: that the peace of the God-absorbed soul is greater than any power, and that the Name of the Lord is our refuge in every trial.
May the divine wisdom of Srimad Bhagavatam awaken pure devotion within our hearts.
Om Namo Bhagavate Vasudevaya.
Jay Shree Madhav.
Primary edition: Gita Press, Śrīmad Bhāgavata Mahāpurāṇa (English), Book One (Skandha 1), Discourse 18, book pages 74–78.
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