The virtuous wives of the Yadus, accompanied by their sons, adorned themselves in fine garments and jewels, fragrant unguents and garlands, as they followed their lord, Acyuta—Krishna—who rode ahead. They traveled in golden palanquins and chariots, well-guarded by warriors bearing swords and shields, embodying both grace and majesty. The great procession set out in every direction: men, camels, cows, buffaloes, donkeys, horses, and chariots, along with elephants, attendants, and noble women. All were beautifully adorned with bangles, armlets, blankets, and splendid garments, carrying their belongings as they journeyed forth. The army itself shone with the brilliance of the sun, its tumultuous roar like the ocean stirred by mighty whales and waves. Banners fluttered, cloth canopies and parasols rose above the throng, fans waved, and the warriors bore splendid weapons, ornaments, crowns, and armor. At that time, a sage, honored by Krishna, bowed to him, fixing the Lord in his heart, and departed through the sky. Hearing the sage’s resolve, Mukunda, whose senses were satisfied by the sight of the Lord, brought forth the proper offerings. Then the Blessed Lord spoke words of assurance to the royal messenger, delighting him: “Do not fear, O messenger; blessings to you. I will destroy the Magadhan.” Thus reassured, the messenger departed and conveyed Krishna’s message to the assembled kings, who also beheld the glorious appearance of Śauri, the one they wished to see freed. Hari, the Lord, then crossed the lands of Ānarta, Sauvīra, Maru, and Vinaśana, traversing mountains and rivers, and arriving at cities, villages, and cattle stations. He crossed the Drishadvati and Sarasvati rivers, reached the Panchalas, then the Matsyas, and finally arrived at Shakraprastha. Word of Krishna’s arrival spread quickly. The king—beloved by all and rarely seen—came out joyfully, surrounded by his teachers and friends. With the sound of singing, instruments, and the loud chanting of Brahmins, the king approached Hrishikesha with deep reverence, as vital breath approaches the life-breath. Upon seeing Krishna, the Pandava king’s heart overflowed with affection. He embraced his dearest friend again and again, for it had been long since they had met. Embracing with both arms the spotless abode of Lakshmi, the body of Mukunda, the king was freed from misfortune and attained supreme joy—his eyes filled with tears, his body thrilled, forgetting all worldly distractions. Bhima, overjoyed, embraced his maternal cousin with a smile, his senses overwhelmed with love. The twins and the crowned one, too, embraced Achyuta with full hearts and flowing tears. Krishna, embraced by Arjuna and greeted by the twins, respectfully bowed to the Brahmins and elders, honoring them as was their due. He showed honor to the proud Kurus, Sṛñjayas, and Kaikeyas, as well as the charioteers, bards, Gandharvas, singers, and counselors. The city resounded with drums, conches, kettle-drums, lutes, flutes, and cow-horns as the Brahmins praised Lotus-eyed Krishna, dancing and singing. Thus surrounded by friends, the most illustrious among the famed, praised by all, the Blessed Lord entered the adorned city. The path was sprinkled with fragrant water from elephants, decorated with colorful banners, golden gateways, and full pots. Men and women, radiant in new garments, ornaments, and garlands, filled the air with sweet scents, making the city resplendent. Krishna beheld the royal city, its houses adorned, entrances shining with bright lamps and offerings, beautiful flags fluttering, golden pots on the roofs, and large silver pinnacles gleaming. When the young women heard that the delight of their eyes had arrived, they rushed out, their hair loosened in eagerness, their garments unfastened, abandoning all household tasks and even their husbands in bed, to catch a glimpse of Krishna along the royal road. In that place, crowded with elephants, horses, chariots, and foot soldiers, the women gazed upon Krishna with his wives from their homes, scattered flowers, and, embracing him in their minds, offered a gracious welcome with smiling glances. Seeing the wives of Mukunda on the road, the women spoke among themselves: "Like stars beside the moon, what is lacking for them? With his eyes, the crown of men, his noble smile, and playful glances, he creates a festival of delight." Citizens approached, bearing auspicious offerings. The foremost among them, purified of sin, performed worship for Krishna in proper order. Mukunda, joyfully welcomed by the women of the inner chambers, their eyes blooming with affection and reverence, entered the royal palace. Pritha, Krishna’s paternal aunt and mother of the Pandavas, seeing her nephew—the Lord of the three worlds—rose from her couch, her heart full of love, and, together with her daughters-in-law, embraced him warmly. The king, overwhelmed with joy at bringing Govinda, the Lord of gods, into his home with honor, could not discern what duties remained in the worship, so complete was his happiness. Krishna offered salutations to his paternal aunt, maternal aunt, and teachers, and was himself greeted by Krishna (Draupadi), O king, and by his sister. Prompted by her mother-in-law, Draupadi and all the wives of Krishna honored Rukmini, Satyā, Bhadrā, and Jāmbavatī. They also honored Kālindī, Mitravindā, Śaibyā, Nāgnajitī, and the other virtuous wives who had arrived, with garments, garlands, ornaments, and the like. King Yudhishthira provided comfortable accommodations for Janardana, along with his army, attendants, and wives, renewing his hospitality again and again. Having once satisfied Agni with the burning of the Khāṇḍava forest, together with Phālguna (Arjuna), and having freed Maya, who built a divine assembly hall for the king, Krishna now stayed for several months, wishing to please the king, roaming about in a chariot with Phālguna, surrounded by warriors. Thus ends the seventy-first chapter, entitled "Krishna's Journey to Indraprastha," in the tenth canto, second half, of the Śrīmad Bhāgavatam, the great Purāṇa, the scripture of the supreme swan. Śuka continued: Once, in the midst of the great assembly, Yudhishthira sat, surrounded by sages, brahmins, kshatriyas, vaishyas, and his brothers. With teachers, elders of the lineage, relatives, and kinsmen listening, he spoke these words: “O Govinda, by the royal sacrifice, the Rājasūya, I wish to worship with your glories. O Lord, please arrange this for us. Those who constantly walk in your footsteps, meditate on you, sing your praises, and destroy inauspiciousness, O lotus-naveled one, attain liberation from worldly existence. If they desire blessings, O Lord, let them seek them, for none other can grant them. O Lord of lords, by service at your lotus feet, let this world witness its effect here. Among those who worship you, and those who do not, and both, O mighty one, reveal the true standing of the Kurus and Sṛñjayas. For you, who are the soul of all and perceive equally, there is no notion of difference between self and others; experiencing your own bliss. Like the wish-fulfilling tree, your favor arises according to service rendered, never otherwise.” The Blessed Lord replied: “O king, destroyer of enemies, your resolve is proper; by it, your auspicious fame will be experienced throughout the worlds.