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emptying his fangs of their deadly poison, and raising his head, watched his victim. To his astonishment, he saw milk trickling out of the wound where he had bitten the man. Has anyone ever seen milk instead of blood, oozing out of a living being? Ah, yes! Does not the blood in a woman's breasts change into milk when she becomes a mother? Even as her heart overflows with love for her new-born babe, her breasts overflow with milk for it! How could the cobra comprehend the fact that every nerve and tissue in this unusual man's body was filled with an all-pervading love for every living being on earth and the blood in his body was transformed into milk by this miracle of love!
"O Cobra, awake!” a sweet voice calls out. “Think! Who were you, and what are you now? You were a Sadhu, a holy man, in your previous life, but your ungovernable rage has transformed you into a deadly snake in this life. This is the consequence of rage, so even now beware!'
The hooded cobra seemed to be petrified! His beady eyes were fixed on this inspired man whose speech sounded sweet as a tinkling bell, whose face was lit up as if with the flush of a thousand dawns, whose eyes beamed with the purest of love. Gazing at him, the cobra saw in a flash who he was during his previous birth. He laid his head at Bhagwan Mahavira's feet and in his wordless speech, he vowed to himself, "Henceforth, I will keep my head within the ant-hill,
