Srimat Sitaramanjaneyam "I know you have the power to expand your body. Play the host to Hanuman who will be pleased thereby. We will have done what ought to be done for the weal of the world and incidentally, both of us will have redeemed our debt of gratitude."

The mount Mainaka, otherwise called Hiranya Nabha, having heard and accepted the exhortation of the ocean, rose up in the path of Hanuman with its golden peaks, grazing the sky as it were.

Hanuman took it the other way and got enraged indeed.

"Who is this rogue coming in my way to constitute a hurdle? He shall not be pardoned." So thought Hanuman, striking him on the spot as the wind strikes a cloud, with his chest he felled him in to the sea again, though the mount was not in fault.

Even then Mainaka did not have any grouse against Hanuman. He beseeched him saying , "Please do not kill me. I am your well-wisher. Your father did a great help unto me in times of yore. Please understand it and bestow your compassion on me. I am here to host you as a matter of fact.

"When Indra was chopping off the wings off all the mountains, even as Parasurama was assassinating everyone of the Kshatriya race, your father protected me, hiding me in the bosom of the ocean, as he is a good friend of mine. I am therefore able to live today. I owe you therefore a debt of gratitude.

"Please take a little respite on my peak. Honour me by being my guest. Please take a little food, the juice of fruits to your satisfaction. "Hanuman having heard all these endearing words, was pleased much, and patting Mainaka with affection , said as follows.

"Friend, do not mistake my temper. I am in haste on a great errand. This is not the time for me to rest or be your guest. " So saying and patting him endearingly, he resumed his flight in the sky. The ocean and Mainaka bestowed their blessings on him for his sacred cause.