O King, it is said that for the Lord, who is the friend and Self of all beings, there is never any confusion of “us” and “them.” Dwelling in the hearts of all, He dispels the sorrows of those who remember Him. Yudhiṣṭhira, reflecting on the Lord’s presence, wondered aloud, “What good have we left undone? I do not know, O Lord, for you, who are rarely seen even by the greatest yogis, have appeared before us, whose wisdom is so little.” Thus, at the king’s request, the Lord remained in Indraprastha for several months, delighting the eyes of all its people. One day, Arjuna, the great conqueror, mounted his chariot emblazoned with Hanuman’s banner, taking up his mighty Gāṇḍīva bow and inexhaustible quivers. Armed fully, he and Kṛṣṇa entered a vast forest teeming with wild beasts, eager to enjoy sport. There, Arjuna struck tigers, boars, buffaloes, antelopes, sarabhas, wild oxen, rhinoceroses, deer, hares, and porcupines with his arrows. As the festival approached, attendants brought these sanctified animals to the king. Arjuna, parched and weary, made his way to the Yamunā river. There, after purifying himself and drinking its clear waters, he and Kṛṣṇa, both mighty warriors, saw a maiden of enchanting beauty wandering nearby. Arjuna, sent by his friend, approached the noble, radiant maiden and questioned her: “Who are you, O slender-waisted one? Whose daughter are you, and from where do you come? What do you intend? I think you seek a husband. Tell me everything, O beautiful one.” The maiden replied, “I am Kālindī, daughter of the god Sūrya, seeking a husband. I have undertaken severe austerities, desiring Viṣṇu, the bestower of boons, as my chosen lord. I choose no other husband but Him, the abode of Śrī. May that blessed Mukunda, refuge of the shelterless, be pleased with me. Known as Kālindī, I dwell in the waters of the Yamunā in a palace built by my father, until I behold the infallible one.” Arjuna conveyed her words to Vāsudeva, who understood her heart. Kṛṣṇa placed Kālindī on his chariot and brought her to King Yudhiṣṭhira. Later, as instructed, Kṛṣṇa had a wondrous city built for the sons of Pritha, constructed by the divine architect Vishvakarma in marvelous fashion. The Blessed Lord, residing there to please his people, became Arjuna’s charioteer to give the Khandava forest to Agni. Agni, satisfied, gifted Arjuna a bow, a chariot with white horses, two inexhaustible quivers, impenetrable armor, and divine weapons. Maya, rescued from the fire, brought a great assembly hall as a token of friendship, in which Duryodhana was bewildered, mistaking water for land. Having received permission and approval from his friends, Kṛṣṇa returned to Dvaraka, surrounded by Satyaki and others. He married Kālindī at an auspicious time, spreading supreme joy among his people and bringing the highest good. Meanwhile, Vinda and Anuvinda, princes of Avanti and followers of Duryodhana, prevented their sister, who was attached to Kṛṣṇa, from choosing her own husband at the svayamvara. Yet Kṛṣṇa, before all the assembled kings, forcibly took Mitravinda, daughter of the chief queen and his father's sister. There was a king named Nagnajit, ruler of Kosala, renowned for righteousness. His daughter Satyā, also called Nagnajiti, was sought by many. None could win her without first subduing seven fierce, sharp-horned, untamable bulls, proud of their strength. Hearing of this challenge, the Lord, master of the Sātvatas, traveled to Kosala with a great army. The king of Kosala, pleased, honored Kṛṣṇa with rising, seating, and other marks of respect, welcoming him with reverence. Seeing her desired suitor arrive, the princess longed for the Lord of Lakshmi, praying, “If my vow is true, may this man become my husband and fulfill all my wishes.” Yet she wondered, “He whose lotus feet’s dust is borne by Lakshmi, Brahma, Shiva, and the guardians of the worlds—he who, in play, built a bridge for his own purposes—how could such a Lord be satisfied with me?” Worshipped again, Narayana, Lord of the universe, replied, “What could I, who am full in my own bliss, do with something meager?” The Blessed Lord, delighted, accepted the seat, and spoke with a deep, cloud-like voice, smiling to the descendant of the Kurus: “O King, begging is condemned by sages for a kshatriya who follows his own duty; yet, desiring your friendship, I ask for your daughter—not for a bride-price, for we do not give that.” The king replied, “Who else, O Lord, is greater or more desirable as a suitor for my daughter, when the unfailing goddess of fortune dwells upon your person, the sole abode of all virtues? But, O best of the Sātvatas, we had previously made an agreement: to test the strength of suitors, my daughter’s hand would be won through a contest. These seven fierce and unmanageable bulls have defeated and injured many princes. If you alone, O delight of the Yadus, can subdue them, then you shall be the chosen husband of my daughter, O Lord of Śrī.” Hearing this, the Lord fastened his garment, multiplied himself into seven forms, and playfully subdued the bulls. Śauri bound them with ropes, breaking their pride and strength, dragging them as easily as a child would drag wooden toys. Delighted and astonished, the king gave his daughter to Kṛṣṇa, who accepted her in proper form as his equal bride. The royal wives, rejoicing at gaining Kṛṣṇa as their beloved son-in-law, celebrated with supreme joy, and a great festival arose. Conch shells, kettledrums, and trumpets resounded; songs and instruments played; brāhmaṇas offered blessings; men and women, adorned with fine garments, garlands, and ornaments, rejoiced together.