Conversion_Kitchen_Code/kitchen_counter/conversion/translation/file2.txt

Sage Narada was a devotee of Lord Vishnu. He chanted his name “Narayana, Narayana, Narayana... " He roamed the world chanting, Once the sage Narada met Vishnu, "Narada you are dear to me. I am happy with your devotion." "So I am your great devotee?" he asked Narada. Vishnu smiled and said, "No." Narada was now puzzled, "Is there any devotee greater than me?" "Let's see," replied the Lord. It was early morning. Vishnu took Narada to a cottage where he found a farmer sleeping. As the day dawned, the farmer awoke, folded his hands and prayed, "Narayana, Narayana," Vishnu said, "Look at this devotee all day and then meet me," and left. The farmer got ready and left. His field. Narada followed him. The farmer plowed his land in the sun all morning. "He has never once taken the name of God!" Narada thought. The farmers took time off to eat. "Narayana, Narayana," he said before eating. After finishing the meal, the farmer continued to plowing the land. The next day, Narada met Vishnu and said, "So, Narada, do you still suspect that the farmer is my great devotee?" Narada was hurt, “Lord, the farmer did the whole job. Day. He only took your name three times — when he got up in the morning, before lunch and before he went to bed. But I always chant your name. Why do you consider them your greatest devotion?” Vishnu smiled and said, “I will answer your question in a minute. But can I drink some water first? There is a lake on this hill. Please bring me its water in a container. Make sure not a drop of water is spilled." Narada went up the hill, saw the lake, and filled a vessel with water. Placing the pot on his head, he began to walk, chanting "Narayana, Narayana". Then he stopped. “Wait, I have to be careful. Vishnu said that not even a drop of water will be spilled.” Narada slowly climbed the hill. All his attention was on the water pot. They stepped one by one so that not a drop of water fell from the pot. At last they reached Vishnu standing at the foot of the hill. The sun was setting. Narada carefully lowered the pot and offered it to the Lord and then said, "Sire, not a drop of water was spilled." "That's good, Narada. But tell me how many times have you taken my name?" asked Lord Vishnu. “Lord, my focus was on the water all the time. I can only take your name twice - when I start walking and after I put the pot down," said Narada. Vishnu smiled. Narada realized that if a farmer took the name of the Lord three times a day, he had taken his name twice! And he fell to Vishnu's feet and said, “Narayana, Narayana,” and Vishnu blessed Narad. “Feeling is important. I feel the farmer's love for me the same way as how I feel your love for me.” "And I can feel your love for all your devotees," said Narada. Thus Narada realized that Bhakti means love for God. He also realized that God loves everyone equally.
Sage Narada was a devotee of Lord Vishnu. He chanted his name “Narayana, Narayana, Narayana... " He roamed the world chanting, Once the sage Narada met Vishnu, "Narada you are dear to me. I am happy with your devotion." "So I am your great devotee?" he asked Narada. Vishnu smiled and said, "No." Narada was now puzzled, "Is there any devotee greater than me?" "Let's see," replied the Lord. It was early morning. Vishnu took Narada to a cottage where he found a farmer sleeping. As the day dawned, the farmer awoke, folded his hands and prayed, "Narayana, Narayana," Vishnu said, "Look at this devotee all day and then meet me," and left. The farmer got ready and left. His field. Narada followed him. The farmer plowed his land in the sun all morning. "He has never once taken the name of God!" Narada thought. The farmers took time off to eat. "Narayana, Narayana," he said before eating. After finishing the meal, the farmer continued to plowing the land. The next day, Narada met Vishnu and said, "So, Narada, do you still suspect that the farmer is my great devotee?" Narada was hurt, “Lord, the farmer did the whole job. Day. He only took your name three times — when he got up in the morning, before lunch and before he went to bed. But I always chant your name. Why do you consider them your greatest devotion?” Vishnu smiled and said, “I will answer your question in a minute. But can I drink some water first? There is a lake on this hill. Please bring me its water in a container. Make sure not a drop of water is spilled." Narada went up the hill, saw the lake, and filled a vessel with water. Placing the pot on his head, he began to walk, chanting "Narayana, Narayana". Then he stopped. “Wait, I have to be careful. Vishnu said that not even a drop of water will be spilled.” Narada slowly climbed the hill. All his attention was on the water pot. They stepped one by one so that not a drop of water fell from the pot. At last they reached Vishnu standing at the foot of the hill. The sun was setting. Narada carefully lowered the pot and offered it to the Lord and then said, "Sire, not a drop of water was spilled." "That's good, Narada. But tell me how many times have you taken my name?" asked Lord Vishnu. “Lord, my focus was on the water all the time. I can only take your name twice - when I start walking and after I put the pot down," said Narada. Vishnu smiled. Narada realized that if a farmer took the name of the Lord three times a day, he had taken his name twice! And he fell to Vishnu's feet and said, “Narayana, Narayana,” and Vishnu blessed Narad. “Feeling is important. I feel the farmer's love for me the same way as how I feel your love for me.” "And I can feel your love for all your devotees," said Narada. Thus Narada realized that Bhakti means love for God. He also realized that God loves everyone equally.
Sage Narada was a devotee of Lord Vishnu. He chanted his name “Narayana, Narayana, Narayana... " He roamed the world chanting, Once the sage Narada met Vishnu, "Narada you are dear to me. I am happy with your devotion." "So I am your great devotee?" he asked Narada. Vishnu smiled and said, "No." Narada was now puzzled, "Is there any devotee greater than me?" "Let's see," replied the Lord. It was early morning. Vishnu took Narada to a cottage where he found a farmer sleeping. As the day dawned, the farmer awoke, folded his hands and prayed, "Narayana, Narayana," Vishnu said, "Look at this devotee all day and then meet me," and left. The farmer got ready and left. His field. Narada followed him. The farmer plowed his land in the sun all morning. "He has never once taken the name of God!" Narada thought. The farmers took time off to eat. "Narayana, Narayana," he said before eating. After finishing the meal, the farmer continued to plowing the land. The next day, Narada met Vishnu and said, "So, Narada, do you still suspect that the farmer is my great devotee?" Narada was hurt, “Lord, the farmer did the whole job. Day. He only took your name three times — when he got up in the morning, before lunch and before he went to bed. But I always chant your name. Why do you consider them your greatest devotion?” Vishnu smiled and said, “I will answer your question in a minute. But can I drink some water first? There is a lake on this hill. Please bring me its water in a container. Make sure not a drop of water is spilled." Narada went up the hill, saw the lake, and filled a vessel with water. Placing the pot on his head, he began to walk, chanting "Narayana, Narayana". Then he stopped. “Wait, I have to be careful. Vishnu said that not even a drop of water will be spilled.” Narada slowly climbed the hill. All his attention was on the water pot. They stepped one by one so that not a drop of water fell from the pot. At last they reached Vishnu standing at the foot of the hill. The sun was setting. Narada carefully lowered the pot and offered it to the Lord and then said, "Sire, not a drop of water was spilled." "That's good, Narada. But tell me how many times have you taken my name?" asked Lord Vishnu. “Lord, my focus was on the water all the time. I can only take your name twice - when I start walking and after I put the pot down," said Narada. Vishnu smiled. Narada realized that if a farmer took the name of the Lord three times a day, he had taken his name twice! And he fell to Vishnu's feet and said, “Narayana, Narayana,” and Vishnu blessed Narad. “Feeling is important. I feel the farmer's love for me the same way as how I feel your love for me.” "And I can feel your love for all your devotees," said Narada. Thus Narada realized that Bhakti means love for God. He also realized that God loves everyone equally.
Sage Narada was a devotee of Lord Vishnu. He chanted his name “Narayana, Narayana, Narayana... " He roamed the world chanting, Once the sage Narada met Vishnu, "Narada you are dear to me. I am happy with your devotion." "So I am your great devotee?" he asked Narada. Vishnu smiled and said, "No." Narada was now puzzled, "Is there any devotee greater than me?" "Let's see," replied the Lord. It was early morning. Vishnu took Narada to a cottage where he found a farmer sleeping. As the day dawned, the farmer awoke, folded his hands and prayed, "Narayana, Narayana," Vishnu said, "Look at this devotee all day and then meet me," and left. The farmer got ready and left. His field. Narada followed him. The farmer plowed his land in the sun all morning. "He has never once taken the name of God!" Narada thought. The farmers took time off to eat. "Narayana, Narayana," he said before eating. After finishing the meal, the farmer continued to plowing the land. The next day, Narada met Vishnu and said, "So, Narada, do you still suspect that the farmer is my great devotee?" Narada was hurt, “Lord, the farmer did the whole job. Day. He only took your name three times — when he got up in the morning, before lunch and before he went to bed. But I always chant your name. Why do you consider them your greatest devotion?” Vishnu smiled and said, “I will answer your question in a minute. But can I drink some water first? There is a lake on this hill. Please bring me its water in a container. Make sure not a drop of water is spilled." Narada went up the hill, saw the lake, and filled a vessel with water. Placing the pot on his head, he began to walk, chanting "Narayana, Narayana". Then he stopped. “Wait, I have to be careful. Vishnu said that not even a drop of water will be spilled.” Narada slowly climbed the hill. All his attention was on the water pot. They stepped one by one so that not a drop of water fell from the pot. At last they reached Vishnu standing at the foot of the hill. The sun was setting. Narada carefully lowered the pot and offered it to the Lord and then said, "Sire, not a drop of water was spilled." "That's good, Narada. But tell me how many times have you taken my name?" asked Lord Vishnu. “Lord, my focus was on the water all the time. I can only take your name twice - when I start walking and after I put the pot down," said Narada. Vishnu smiled. Narada realized that if a farmer took the name of the Lord three times a day, he had taken his name twice! And he fell to Vishnu's feet and said, “Narayana, Narayana,” and Vishnu blessed Narad. “Feeling is important. I feel the farmer's love for me the same way as how I feel your love for me.” "And I can feel your love for all your devotees," said Narada. Thus Narada realized that Bhakti means love for God. He also realized that God loves everyone equally.