Once, two friends were going along the street
hen they saw somwe people listening to a reading
of the Bhagavata. "Come, friend," said the one to
the other, "let us hear the sacred book." So saying
he went in and sat down. The second man peeped
in and went away. He entered a house of ill fame.
But very soon he felt disgusted with the place.
"Shame on me!" he said to himself. "My friend has
been listening to the sacred word of Hari and see
where I am!" But the friend who had been listening
to the Bhagavata also became disgusted. "What a
fool I am!" he said. "I have been listening to this
fellow's blah-blah, and my friend is having a grand
time." In course of time they both died. The
messenger of death came for the soul of one who
had listened to the Bhagavata and dragged it off to
hell. The messenger of God came for the soul of
the one who had been to the house of prostitution
and led it up to heaven.
Verily, the Lord looks into a man's heart and does
not judge him by what he does or where he lives.
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