Gathered together with the Supreme Self—Krishna—the women of Vraja, approaching Him with the pure love of devoted lovers, instantly shed the bonds of their bodies made from the modes of nature. Their worldly attachments dissolved at once, freed by the power of their union. King Parīkṣit, listening intently, asked the sage Śuka, “O wise one, the women of Vraja knew Krishna as their beloved, not as Brahman. How could the flow of the modes cease for those whose minds were fixed on His qualities?” Śuka replied, “This has already been explained to you: even the wicked Śiśupāla attained perfection by his focus on Krishna. If one who hated Hṛṣīkeśa was liberated, how much more so those who lovingly devote themselves to the transcendent Lord? For the highest good of all people, O King, the Supreme Lord—imperishable, immeasurable, beyond the modes, yet the soul of all qualities—manifests Himself in this world. Those who constantly direct their desire, anger, fear, affection, unity, or friendship toward Hari become absorbed in Him. Therefore, do not be astonished—such liberation is only attained by Krishna, the unborn Lord of all yogic masters.” As the gopīs approached Him, Krishna, the foremost among speakers, addressed them with charming words, gently deluding their minds. He said, “Welcome, O most fortunate ones! What may I do to please you? Is all well in Vraja? Please tell Me the reason for your coming. This night is frightening, filled with fierce creatures; return to Vraja, O slender-waisted women, for it is not proper for you to remain here. Your mothers, fathers, sons, brothers, and husbands are searching for you, unable to find you; do not cause your relatives anxiety. You have seen the forest adorned with flowers, brightened by the moon, and the Yamunā, whose breeze plays among the beautiful budding trees. Now, do not delay—return to the cowherd village, serve your husbands faithfully; the calves and children are crying—go, feed and milk them. Or, perhaps, compelled by your deep affection for Me, you have come here; this is natural, for all beings are attracted to Me. For women, the highest duty is to serve their husbands sincerely, to care for their relatives, and to nourish their children. Even if a husband is of bad character, unfortunate, old, dull, sick, or poor, he should not be abandoned by women who desire virtue in this world. Union with a man other than their husband brings no heaven, only disgrace, meager and painful results, fear, and is condemned everywhere. By hearing, seeing, meditating upon, or singing about Me, devotion arises—not so much by physical proximity; therefore, return to your homes.” Hearing Govinda’s words, which struck them as harsh, the cowherd women’s hopes were shattered. They became deeply distressed, overwhelmed by anxiety. Wiping their faces, their lips parched from sighs, they traced the ground with their feet. Their breasts were stained with tears mingled with the red of their ornaments. Silent and weighed down by sorrow, longing for Krishna, their beloved, who had turned away all desires for His sake, they brushed their tear-dimmed eyes. Their voices choked with emotion, the devoted gopīs spoke a little. They pleaded, “Do not speak so cruelly, Lord! It does not befit you. Having abandoned all else, we have come to your feet. Cherish your devotees—do not reject us with harshness, just as the Supreme Person does not abandon those who seek liberation. You, knower of dharma, have said that a woman’s duty is to serve husband, children, and friends. Let it be so. Yet, O Lord, in you, the teacher of righteousness, you are truly the dearest, the friend and soul of all embodied beings. Those who are wise place their love in you, the eternal beloved. What use are husbands, sons, and others who bring suffering? Therefore, be gracious to us, Supreme Lord—do not sever the hope we have long cherished in you, O lotus-eyed one. Our minds, happily stolen away by you, do not return to our homes, nor do our hands engage in household tasks. Our feet will not move from your feet. How, then, can we go to Vraja, or what else can we do? O beloved, moisten us with the nectar of your lips, your laughter, glances, and sweet songs that soothe the fire in our hearts. Otherwise, consumed by the fire of separation, we will reach your feet in meditation, friend, leaving these bodies behind. “O lotus-eyed one, from the moment we touched the soles of your feet—granted even for a moment to Lakṣmī, beloved of the forest-dwellers—we have not been able to stand before anyone else, so enchanted are we by you. Lakṣmī herself longed for the dust of your lotus feet, and though she gained a place on your chest, served by your attendants, she still desired it. For the sake of your glance, even other gods strive. In the same way, we too have surrendered to the dust of your feet. Therefore, be gracious to us, destroyer of suffering. We have abandoned our homes, seeking only to serve at your feet. O ornament of men, our hearts burn with intense longing for your beautiful smile and glance—grant us the service of your maidservants. Seeing your face framed by locks of hair, your earrings shining on your cheeks, the nectar of your lips, your smiling glances, your arms bestowing fearlessness, and your chest, the sole abode of Lakṣmī, we wish only to be your servants. What woman in the three worlds, enchanted by your sweet, melodious words and divine deeds, would not be captivated? Seeing your beauty, which even cows, birds, trees, and deer behold with delight, who would not be moved? Clearly, you have appeared in Vraja to remove fear and suffering, just as the primeval Lord, protector of the gods. O friend of the afflicted, place your lotus hand on the burning breasts and heads of your maidservants.” Śuka continued, “Hearing their distressed words, the Lord of yogis, though self-satisfied, smiled kindly and delighted in the gopīs. Surrounded by those women, whose faces blossomed with joy at his glance, Acyuta, radiant with a smile like a pair of white jasmine buds, shone among them like the moon among stars. As the chief of hundreds of women sang and was sung to, wearing the Vaijayantī garland, he wandered through the forest, adorning it. Entering the riverbank with the gopīs, on the cool, sandy shore, he sported, delighted by the gentle, fragrant breeze carrying the scent of lotuses. With outstretched arms, embraces, playful struggles, loosened girdles, and the touch of nails, with laughter, glances, and smiles, Krishna aroused the god of love, delighting the beautiful women of Vraja. Thus, having received the favor of the great-souled Lord Krishna, those proud women considered themselves to be the most fortunate on earth. Seeing their pride, born from their good fortune, Keśava disappeared from there at once, to pacify and favor them. Thus ends the twenty-ninth chapter of the first half of the Tenth Canto in the Śrīmad Bhāgavatam Mahāpurāṇa, the scripture for the supreme paramahaṃsas. I bow to that Supreme Person, the foremost, known as Krishna, who, like a bee extracting the essence of the Vedas, imparted the nectar of knowledge and realization to his servants, to remove the fear of worldly existence. Hari is the soul of all embodied beings, the Lord of nature Himself; His feet are the refuge, from which comes safety for people in this world.