Yo, Priyavrata’s saga, a legend’s birth,
Etched in time’s core, proving its worth.
Manu, weary king, his reign complete,
Stepped down from power, a noble retreat.
Problem was Priyavrata, his son, detached from worldly snares,
A student of Narada, whose wisdom beyond compare.
Brahma intervened, with a heartfelt prayer,
“Accept the throne, so citizens won’t feel scared and alone.”
Brahma as envoy, according to time and place.
Priyavrata embraced duty, with royal grace,
His heart’s true north, found his space.
Answering the call, with steady pace.
Krishna’s orders he’d embraced,