Purañjana, accompanied by arrogance, entered the territory called Grāmaka through the western gate named Āsurī. Then, through the western gate known as Nirṛti, he entered the region called Vaiśasa, this time accompanied by greed. The city had two gates, Andha and Avamīṣā, which were silent and skillful. Their lord, who possessed sight, would pass through these gates and act. When Purañjana entered the inner chambers, accompanied by Viṣūcī, he became enveloped in delusion, pleasure, and joy, all arising from his wife and children. Thus absorbed in actions, driven by desire, deceived and ignorant, he followed whatever his queen wished. Sometimes, when she drank wine, he drank with her, intoxicated; when she ate, he ate; when she enjoyed herself, he enjoyed with her. When she sang, he sang; when she wept, he wept; when she laughed, he laughed; and when she spoke, he spoke in turn. When she ran, he ran; when she stood, he stood; when she lay down, he lay beside her; sometimes he sat with her. When she listened, he listened; when she looked, he looked; when she smelled, he smelled; when she touched, he touched. When his wife grieved, he grieved with her, feeling sorrow; when she rejoiced, he rejoiced, sharing in her happiness. Thus, deceived by his wife and all her qualities, even when unwilling, the ignorant man imitated her, like a plaything, out of weakness. Meanwhile, Śuka continued his narration. Observing the extraordinary deeds of Kṛṣṇa, the cowherds were amazed, unaware of his true power. They approached Nanda, recalling the words of the sage Garga, and spoke: “These acts of the boy are truly astonishing. How could he be born among villagers, whose offspring are usually despised? How could this child, only seven days old, effortlessly hold aloft the great mountain with a single hand, just as the king of elephants lifts a lotus? With eyes only partly open in childish innocence, he drank the breast milk of the mighty Pūtanā, along with her very life, as time consumes all lives. Lying below, the infant’s feet struck the cart, and the wheel fell down, overturned, as he cried and kicked it. As a one-year-old, he was carried away through the sky by the demon Tṛṇāvarta, who grasped his neck, but he overcame that great affliction. Once, when his mother tied him to a mortar for stealing butter, he walked between the two arjuna trees and caused them to fall with his arms. In the forest, tending calves, surrounded by other boys, he tore apart the mouth of the demon Baka with his hands, though Baka intended to kill him. When the demon, disguised as a calf, entered among the calves to kill him, he slew him and, with playful ease, knocked down the kapittha fruits. He killed the ass-demon and his powerful companions, making the tāla grove safe and filled with ripe fruits. By his strength, he slew the fierce Pralamba demon, and freed the cows and cowherds from the forest fire. He subdued the great serpent king, drained of pride, and drove him from the lake, making the waters of the Yamunā free from poison. All the residents of Vraja have an affection for him that cannot be abandoned. Nanda, how could such innate love arise in us for your son? How can a seven-day-old child perform the feat of holding up a great mountain? Therefore, O leader of Vraja, we have doubts about your son.” Nanda replied, “Listen to my words, O cowherds, and let your doubts about the boy be dispelled. Regarding this child, Garga, the Yadu sage, spoke to me. He has assumed three colors in successive ages: white, red, and yellow; now he has taken on a dark complexion. Previously, this illustrious one was born as the son of Vasudeva; now, he is your son. The wise call him Vāsudeva. Your son has many names and forms, corresponding to his qualities and deeds. I know them, but people do not. This delight of the cowherds and Gokula will bring you all prosperity; by him, you will easily overcome all dangers. In ancient times, O chief of Vraja, the virtuous, oppressed by robbers in a land without a king, were protected by him and defeated the bandits, united together. Those fortunate people who develop affection for this child are not overcome by misfortune, just as demons cannot overcome those protected by Vishnu. Therefore, this son of Nanda is equal to Narayana in qualities, fortune, fame, and influence; thus, there is no wonder in his actions. Having thus directly instructed me, and with Garga returning to his own house, I consider Krishna, the doer of effortless deeds, to be a portion of Narayana.” Hearing Nanda’s words and Garga’s song, the residents of Vraja, having witnessed and heard of Krishna’s immeasurable brilliance, joyfully honored Nanda and Krishna, free from astonishment. When Indra, enraged by the disruption of sacrifice, sent torrents of rain, hail, and wind, the cowherds and their cattle were distressed. Seeing Krishna, their only refuge, smiling with compassion, he uprooted the mountain with one hand, as a child lifts a toy, and held it up, protecting the cowherd community. Thus, Indra, proud of his power, was not pleased with the cows. Thus ends the twenty-sixth chapter of the first part of the tenth book in the Śrīmad Bhāgavatam, the great Purāṇa, the scripture of the supreme renunciates. The saints, unattached, absorbed in the Lord, peaceful, seeing all equally, free from possessiveness and ego, undisturbed by dualities and without greed—among them, O fortunate one, the stories of the Lord always arise among the most blessed. These stories purify those who cherish them, removing sin. Those who listen, sing, or approve of them with respect, who are devoted to the Lord and faithful, attain devotion to Him.