Arjuna devoted himself to caring for the elders present, while Krishna, with humility and grace, washed their feet. Draupadi, the noble daughter of Drupada, served food to the assembled guests, and Karṇa, ever generous and high-minded, distributed gifts among them. Yuyudhāna, Vikarṇa, Hārdikya, Vidura, and others—including the sons of Bāhlīka, Bhūri, and the Santardanas—were each entrusted with various duties, ensuring that every aspect of the great sacrifice was attended to. All those appointed to their tasks at this magnificent event carried out their responsibilities with a single purpose: to bring joy and honor to the king. Once the priests, assistants, and dearest friends had been properly honored with gifts, kind words, and hospitality, and after Krishna, the Lord of the Sātvatas, had entered the sacrificial arena, having vanquished Śiśupāla, the participants performed the concluding ritual bath in the celestial river. As the ritual bath commenced, the air filled with the resounding music of mridangas, conchs, panavas, dhundhuris, anakas, and gomukhas. Dancers, radiant with joy, performed, while groups of singers lifted their voices in song; the sounds of vina, flute, and rhythmic clapping rose and seemed to touch the very heavens. The kings, adorned with garlands of gold, departed in grand procession, riding elephants and chariots decked with colorful banners and flags, surrounded by their splendidly dressed warriors. The Yadus, Sṛñjayas, Kambojas, Kurus, Kekayas, and Kosalas, each leading their armies, caused the earth to tremble as they approached the sacrifice. Distinguished sages, officiants, and the most eminent of the twice-born chanted Vedic hymns in loud, melodious voices. The gods, sages, ancestors, and gandharvas showered flowers upon them in praise. Men and women, adorned with fragrant garlands, ornaments, and fine clothes, playfully sprinkled each other with water, delighting in the festivities. The women, their bodies anointed with oil, cow’s ghee, fragrant powders, turmeric, and rich saffron, playfully rubbed and enjoyed the company of the men. Protected by the men, the queens slipped out quietly, their beauty and grace likened to celestial ladies in divine chariots. As they were sprinkled by their mothers’ relatives and friends, their faces glowed with bashful smiles. These queens, together with their companions, enthusiastically sprinkled the gods. Their garments wet, their bodies and breasts exposed, garlands slipping from their necks, they captivated the hearts of those with impure minds by their playful charm. The emperor, resplendent in a chariot drawn by fine horses and adorned with gold, shone among his wives like the lord of a sacrifice amidst its sacred rites. After the ritual bath, the officiants, having purified themselves, bathed the king in the Ganges, together with Krishna. Divine drums and human drums resounded together, and the gods, sages, ancestors, and mortals showered flowers from above. All men, from every class and stage of life, bathed in those sacred waters, for even those burdened with great sins were instantly freed from impurity. The king, dressed in fine silk and splendidly adorned, honored the officiants, sages, and brahmins with beautiful ornaments and garments. With devotion to Narayana, he repeatedly honored his relatives, acquaintances, kings, friends, and all others present. The people shone with a divine radiance, wearing jeweled earrings, garlands, turbans, jackets, fine cloth, and precious necklaces. The women, adorned with pairs of earrings and clusters of bangles, their faces radiant, wore golden girdles and shone with beauty. The virtuous officiants, sages, and learned brahmins, along with the assembled kings of all four classes—brahmin, kshatriya, vaishya, and shudra—gathered together. The gods, sages, ancestors, spirits, and guardians of the worlds, along with their attendants, having been duly honored, granted their permission and returned to their own realms. The royal sages could not tire of praising the grandeur of Haridasa Yudhishthira’s Rajasuya sacrifice, just as mortals never tire of tasting nectar. At last, King Yudhishthira, with affection and warmth, bid farewell to his friends, relatives, and kinsmen, and—though reluctant—even to Krishna. The Blessed Lord Krishna, who delights his dear ones, remained for some time, having sent the Yadu heroes, including Samba and others, back to Kusasthali. Thus, with Krishna’s help, the son of Dharma, King Yudhishthira, crossed the vast ocean of his most cherished desires—so difficult to traverse—and became free from distress. Yet, once in the palace, Duryodhana beheld the splendor of the occasion and was tormented by the greatness of the Rajasuya and the glory of Lord Achyuta. In that place, where the wealth of kings, demons, and gods—each arranged by the Creator—shone forth, Krishna stood beside Draupadi, and King Duryodhana’s heart was ensnared and troubled. At that time, a thousand queens of Krishna, with their shapely hips and softly tinkling anklets, surrounded his radiant face, which was adorned with crimson necklaces, beautiful earrings, and flowing locks. In the assembly hall built by Maya, Yudhishthira, the emperor, sat surrounded by his followers and kinsmen, and by Krishna himself, who watched with his own eyes. Seated on a golden throne, like Indra in his majesty, endowed with supreme prosperity, Yudhishthira was praised by bards. There, Duryodhana, proud and surrounded by his brothers, wearing a crown and garland, sat with sword in hand. In a moment of anger, he cast it down. Confused by Maya’s illusion, Duryodhana reached for the edge of a garment on the floor, thinking it was water, but found it dry. Then, stepping into water, he mistook it for solid ground. Bhima, witnessing his confusion, laughed aloud, as did the women and other kings. Although Yudhishthira tried to restrain their laughter, Krishna approved, smiling at the scene. Ashamed, his face downcast and burning with anger, Duryodhana left silently for Gajaha. Among the virtuous, a great cry of “Alas!” arose, and Ajatasatru was troubled in heart. The Blessed Lord Krishna remained silent, his gaze wandering, intent on lightening the earth’s burden. O King, thus I have recounted to you the events you inquired about—the humbling of Suyodhana’s pride at the great Rajasuya sacrifice. Thus concludes the seventy-fifth chapter, called “The Humbling of Duryodhana’s Pride,” in the tenth canto, second half, of the glorious Bhagavata Purana, the scripture of the supreme swans. Now, O King, hear another wondrous deed of Krishna. Listen to how the playful, formless Lord slew the mighty lord of Saubha. Shalva, a friend of Shishupala, had come to the wedding of Rukmini, but was defeated in battle by the Yadus, as were Jarasandha and others. There, before all the kings, Shalva took a solemn vow: “I will rid the earth of the Yadavas—witness my valor!