O King, for the highest good of all people, the Supreme Lord—imperishable, immeasurable, and beyond the modes of nature, yet the very soul of all qualities—manifests Himself in this world. Those who constantly direct their emotions—whether desire, anger, fear, affection, unity, or friendship—toward Hari, indeed become absorbed in Him. Therefore, you should not be astonished by such devotion, for it is only by Kṛṣṇa, the unborn Lord of all yogic masters, that liberation is attained. Once, the women of Vraja approached the Lord. Seeing them come near, Kṛṣṇa, the foremost among speakers, addressed them with charming words that gently deluded their minds. He welcomed them, saying, “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.” Then, He spoke with apparent concern, “This night is fearsome, frequented by wild 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.” He paused, then acknowledged the depth of their love: “Or, perhaps, compelled by your deep affection for Me, you have come here; this is natural, for all beings are attracted to Me. Yet, 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. For noble women, union with a man other than their husband brings neither heaven nor happiness, only disgrace, meager and painful results, and fear—it 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 these words from Govinda, the gopīs felt their hopes shattered. Overwhelmed by sorrow and anxiety, they wiped their faces, their lips parched from sighs. They traced the ground with their feet, their breasts stained with tears mingled with the red of their ornaments. They stood in silence, weighed down by longing for their beloved Krishna, who had become the sole object of their desires. Brushing their tear-dimmed eyes, their voices choked with emotion, the devoted women finally spoke. They said, “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, you are the teacher of righteousness, and 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, with 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.” Hearing their anguished 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 with his presence. Together, they entered the riverbank. On the cool, sandy shore, Krishna sported with the gopīs, 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. Having received the favor of the great-souled Lord Krishna, those proud women considered themselves the most fortunate on earth. But seeing their pride, born from their good fortune, Keśava disappeared from their midst 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, removing 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. He alone is the dearest Self, from whom not even the slightest fear arises; he who knows this is truly wise, and such a wise one is the teacher—Hari Himself. Nārada then said: “O best of men, your question has thus been answered; now, as I speak, listen attentively to this secret, well-determined matter. A small, wandering creature, seeking shelter among the gentle, becomes attached to the sweet songs of the six-legged ones, greedy for their sound; heedless of the wolves ahead, who are never satisfied, he moves forward, while behind, a deer—wounded by the hunter’s arrow—pursues him.