Whoever, with a focused mind, recites or listens to this account of the glorious deeds of the Lord, is freed from all sins. Once, King Parikshit, eager to hear more of the wondrous acts of Rama—the immeasurable and infinite Lord—asked Shuka, “What further marvels did that master accomplish?” Shuka replied, “There was a monkey named Dvivida, a friend of Naraka, counselor to Sugriva, and the valiant brother of Mainda.” Seeking vengeance for his fallen friend, Dvivida unleashed havoc upon the land. He set fire to cities, villages, settlements, and cowherds’ hamlets. Sometimes, he would uproot mountains and crush entire regions with them, especially in Anarta, where Hari—the slayer of his friend—resided. At times, Dvivida would stand in the middle of the ocean, and with the strength of ten thousand elephants, he would lift up its waters and submerge the lands along the shore. He destroyed the hermitages of great sages, breaking their trees, and wickedly defiling their sacred fires with urine and excrement. Arrogant, he seized men and women, casting them into mountain caves and valleys, and crushed them with rocks, as a craftsman crushes insects. Thus, as he ravaged the lands and violated noble women, he heard sweet singing and was drawn to Mount Raivataka. There, Dvivida beheld Rama, Lord of the Yadus, adorned with a garland of lotuses, beautiful in every limb, and surrounded by groups of women. Rama was singing, his eyes unsteady from drinking Varuni, his radiant form like a mighty elephant in rut. The wicked monkey climbed a tree, shaking its branches and making loud noises to draw attention to himself. Seeing the monkey’s insolence, the young women—playful and fond of laughter—who were companions of Balarama, burst into laughter. Dvivida mocked them by throwing clods of earth and other things, displaying his backside to them, all while Rama watched. Enraged, Balarama—the foremost among those who strike—hurled a rock at him. But the monkey, deceiving the rock, seized the wine jar. Taking hold of it, Dvivida mocked Balarama, provoking him with laughter; wickedly, he broke the jar and scattered Balarama’s garments. Overpowered by intoxicated pride, Dvivida acted with insolence toward Balarama. Seeing his disrespect and the regions disturbed by him, Balarama grew angry. Balarama took up his club and plough, desiring to kill his foe. But Dvivida, of great might, raised a giant tree with his hand and rushed swiftly, striking Balarama on the head. Yet Saṅkarṣaṇa stood unmoved, like a mountain struck from above. The powerful Balarama caught the tree and struck Dvivida with his club; his skull shattered by the blow, blood streaming forth. Like a mountain stained with red ochre, Dvivida did not heed the blow; again, seizing another tree, he stripped it of branches and attacked. With fierce strikes, Dvivida attacked, but Balarama cut each tree to pieces a hundredfold. Again and again, as each tree was destroyed, Dvivida pulled up all the trees around, leaving the forest treeless. Enraged, he released a shower of rocks upon Balarama, but the Lord effortlessly crushed them all with his club. The lord of monkeys, making his arms like palm trunks, formed his fists and approached the son of Rohiṇī, striking him on the chest with both. But Balarama, abandoning his club and plough, seized Dvivida with both arms in anger and pressed upon his collarbone. Dvivida fell, vomiting blood. As he fell, the earth trembled in fear, along with the trees—like a mountain rocked by the wind, or a boat tossed upon the water. In the sky arose shouts of “Victory!” and “Homage!” and cries of “Well done! Well done!” from the gods, siddhas, and great sages, as flowers rained down. Thus, having slain Dvivida, who brought distress to the world, the Lord, praised by the people, entered his own city. So concludes the sixty-seventh chapter, entitled “The Slaying of Dvivida,” in the tenth book, second half, of the Śrīmad Bhāgavata Mahāpurāṇa, scripture for the paramahaṃsas. Now begins the tale of Sāmbha’s marriage and Balarāma’s dragging of Hastināpura. The Kauravas, enraged, said, “This boy is ill-behaved; having disregarded us, he has seized our unwilling daughter by force. Let us bind this insolent one; what will the Vrishnis do? They, who enjoy the land given to us, accumulated by our favor. If the Vrishnis come here upon hearing that their son has been restrained, their pride will be broken and they will become peaceful, like well-controlled breaths.” Thus, Karna, Shala, Bhuri, Yajnaketu, and Suyodhana, supported by the elders of the Kurus, attempted to bind Sāmbha. Seeing the Dhartarashtras pursuing him, Sāmbha, the great chariot-warrior, seized his splendid bow and stood alone like a lion. Those angry ones, desiring to capture him, shouted, “Stop! Stop!” and, approaching with bows, Karna and the others showered him with arrows. That best of the Kurus, the child of the Yadus, though struck by the Kurus, did not tolerate it, like a lion with petty animals. Stringing his splendid bow, the hero wounded all six chariot-warriors—including Karna—with arrows, simultaneously and separately. With four arrows he struck four horses, with one each the charioteers, and the great bowmen on their chariots; for this, they honored him.