Verse Text
tiraści, yathā –
adhirohatu kaḥ pakṣī kakṣām aparo mamādya medhyasya |
hitvāpi tārkṣya-paksaṁ bhajate pakṣaṁ harir yasya || atra garvasya | ||230||
Translation
Pride in animals: A peacock speaks: I am very pure. What bird is there to compare with me? Giving up Garudā, the Lord enjoys my feather on His head.
Purport (Nectar of Devotion)
Garuḍa the eagle, the carrier of Viṣṇu, once said, “Who can be more pure than I? Where is there a second bird like me, so able and competent? Kṛṣṇa may not like me, He may not wish to join my party, but still He has to take advantage of my wings!” This is an instance of hopelessness in the neutral mood of ecstatic love.