Within the splendid halls of Dvārakā, the Brahmin beheld a scene of wonder. Beds as soft as milk foam, adorned with gold and gentle to the touch, were arranged throughout the chambers. Couches with golden rails stood nearby, and yak-tail fans waved gracefully in the air. Golden seats with plush, welcoming cushions were set out, while canopies hung with delicate pearl garlands and shining coverings added to the magnificence. The crystal-clear walls sparkled, reflecting the light of jeweled lamps placed upon great emerald surfaces. Women adorned with precious gems moved gracefully about, their presence enhancing the atmosphere of opulence and serenity. Witnessing the abundance of riches surrounding him, the Brahmin quietly reflected on the uncaused prosperity that had come into his life. He thought, “Surely, this is the reason for my good fortune—me, who has always been poor and unfortunate. What else could explain the wealth of the illustrious Yadu?” He marveled at the generosity of the king, who, like a raincloud, showered gifts upon all who approached, even without being asked. “Even when he gives a little,” the Brahmin mused, “he does so as a true friend. Though he is a great benefactor, he once accepted from me a mere handful of parched grain, offered with affection.” With a heart full of gratitude, the Brahmin prayed, “May I be blessed with friendship, companionship, and service to him, birth after birth. Through association with this great soul, the very abode of all virtues, my devotion is firmly fixed.” He understood that the Lord bestows wondrous prosperity and kingdoms upon his devoted ones, but not upon those lacking discernment, for the Lord knows that wealth can bring pride and downfall. Thus resolved, the Brahmin, a devotee of Janārdana, enjoyed the pleasures around him without becoming attached, for his heart was anchored in meditation on the Lord. He recognized that for Hari, the Lord of sacrifice and the god of gods, the brāhmaṇas are the highest; nothing surpasses them. As a dear friend of the Lord, the Brahmin saw the unconquerable one—Kṛṣṇa—happily serving his own devotees. Absorbed in devotion, the Brahmin soon attained the Lord’s own abode, the path of the virtuous. Hearing this account of the Lord’s love for the brāhmaṇas, anyone who develops devotion to the Lord is freed from the bondage of karma. Thus concludes the eighty-first chapter, “The Story of Prithu’s Anger,” in the tenth book, second half, of the great Purāṇa, Śrīmad Bhāgavatam, the scripture of the supreme paramahaṁsas. Once, while Rāma and Kṛṣṇa resided in Dvārakā, a great solar eclipse occurred, as happens at the end of an age. Hearing of this, people from all directions journeyed to the sacred field of Samantapañcaka, seeking auspiciousness. Rāma, the foremost among warriors, had once cleared the earth of kṣatriyas, creating lakes of kings’ blood, and there he performed a great sacrifice, though untouched by karma himself, gathering the people as the Lord, just as others do to remove sin. During this grand pilgrimage, the people of Bhārata, the Vṛṣṇis, and noble souls like Akrūra, Vasudeva, Ahuka, and others arrived. Descendants of Bhārata—Gada, Pradyumna, Sāmba, Sucandra, Śuka, and Sāraṇa—came wishing to purify themselves. Aniruddha remained for their protection, and Kṛtavarmā, the leader, was there too. They shone resplendently, riding chariots adorned with divine emblems and drawn by swift horses. The procession included elephants roaring like thunderclouds, men accompanied by Vidyādharas and celestial beings, all radiant and adorned with golden garlands. Wearing divine garlands, garments, and armor, accompanied by their wives, they appeared as if they moved through the sky. After bathing, the fortunate ones fasted, maintaining full composure. They gave cows, garments, garlands, and gold ornaments to the brāhmaṇas. Then, in the lakes created by Rāma, the Vṛṣṇis bathed again, following the prescribed rites. They offered their own food to the foremost twice-born, praying, “May we have devotion to Kṛṣṇa.” With permission, the Vṛṣṇis, devoted to Kṛṣṇa, partook of the food themselves. Having eaten, they rested as they pleased beneath gentle, shady trees. There, they beheld the kings who had gathered—friends and relatives from far and wide. They saw the Matsyas, Śīnas, Kauśalyas, Vidarbhas, Kurus, Sṛñjayas, Kāmbojas, Kaikeyas, Madras, Kuntis, Anartas, and Keralas, as well as hundreds of others—both allies and rivals. Nanda and other friends, cowherds, and gopīs who had long yearned for this reunion were also present. The joy of seeing one another was overwhelming. Their hearts and faces bloomed like lotuses; they embraced tightly, tears streaming down their cheeks, their skin thrilled, voices choked with emotion—true happiness filled the air. The women, seeing each other with deep affection, smiled with pure glances and embraced, their arms and kumkum-smeared breasts pressed together, their eyes brimming with tears of love. After bowing to their elders and being greeted by the younger ones, they exchanged warm welcomes and inquired about each other’s well-being. Soon, their conversations turned to Kṛṣṇa, the source of their joy. Kuntī, seeing her brothers, sisters, their children, her parents, the wives of her brothers, and Mukunda himself, felt her sorrow dissolve in their loving conversation. She said, “Noble brothers, I consider myself without fulfilled blessings, for, O best of men, in times of distress, you do not remember my plight. Friends, relatives, sons, brothers, and even parents do not remember their own kin when fate turns against them.” Śrī Vasudeva gently replied, “O mother, do not bear resentment toward these men, who are but toys in the hands of destiny. The world is under the control of the Lord, who causes and compels all actions. All of us, tormented by Kaṁsa, were scattered in every direction, but now, O sister, by fate alone, we have once again attained our proper place.” Honored by Vasudeva, Ugrasena, and the Yadus, the assembled kings were filled with supreme joy and contentment upon beholding Acyuta, the infallible Lord. Present were Bhīṣma, Droṇa, the son of Ambikā, Gandhārī and her sons, the Pāṇḍavas with their wives, Kuntī, Sañjaya, Vidura, and Kṛpa, along with Kuntībhoja, Virāṭa, Bhīṣmaka, the great Nagnajit, Purujit, Drupada, Śalya, Dhṛṣṭaketu, and the king of Kāśi—Damaghoṣa, Viśālākṣa, the king of Mithilā, the Madra and Kekaya kings, Yudhāmanyu, Suśarmā, and the sons of Bāhlika and many others. Thus, in the sacred field, surrounded by loved ones and the Lord himself, all experienced a rare and profound happiness, their hearts united in devotion and kinship.