Whenever righteousness declines, O beloved, the Divine makes arrangements to restore balance. In ages past, the ways of worship have changed with the Yugas: in the Satya Yuga, worship through pure thought alone brought satisfaction to the gods; in the Dvapara Yuga, it was the worship of images that pleased them most. I Myself have assumed different forms in each age— as the Swan in Satya Yuga, the Person of Sacrifice in Treta Yuga, and in Kali Yuga, I am present as Shalagrama, bringing contentment to the gods. O beloved, all sages, deities, and hosts of ancestors, too, are to be worshipped with sandalwood and other offerings by the twice-born and the three higher castes. Yet even foreigners, if they approach with humility and devotion, gain merit; by merely beholding these sacred forms, their impurities are washed away. Thus, O goddess, the supreme code of conduct for each age has been revealed to you. Then Pushpavati spoke: “I performed singing, dancing, and played instruments before the deity. By the merit of these acts, I attained the heavenly realm. Even in heaven, I did not abandon celibacy; there, Aniruddha Himself, who is Brahman, took my hand. The Lord, my master, was invoked by Kali for my sake, and there He displayed the greatness of His own favor. By His command, O lord, I became the daughter of Jambuka. My death, however, was caused by your brother, Balakhanin. Because of this fault, your brother endured great torment.” Having spoken thus, she fell silent and rejoiced together with her husband. When the festival of Holika approached, Malana, overwhelmed by grief and love for her own daughter, wept through the night. The great hero, understanding the reason for her sorrow, set out alone to the house of Candravali. The king, his enemy, discovered the true cause and learned of the village called Balithatha, which was protected by the Yadavas. There, King Virasena resided, accompanied by an army of three hundred thousand. Kamasena, Prasena, Mahasena, and Madhupa were born in succession, all descendants of the Yadava lineage. In that assembly, Narakesari, a portion of Krishna, entered with a noble mind and delivered to the king a letter written by Malana. After enjoying a variety of wonderful dishes together with the Yadavas, his sister—filled with love but also sorrow—spoke to Krishna’s portion. At the age of twenty, he had been forgotten by his own father and mother. Yet, he said with a cheerful heart to his sister, “Today my birth is fulfilled, and my life is fulfilled as well.” Because of her sorrow, the king grew more fearful and anxious each day. The powerful king then besieged my city. Again, we journeyed to the island of Simhala in pursuit of victory. Pleased with you, we became attendants to our sister, and overwhelmed with love, she settled us in her own house. In the assembly of King Virasena, he was honored by the king himself. All the wicked flatterers around the king were expelled, and the royal treasury was plundered by those of low birth but great strength. Subdued, they all dwelled in the city called Sirisha. He will depart, taking the swing of Candravali. Hearing this, Virasena realized the true reason and spoke: “O son, bind him indeed.” Then Candravali, knowing what had transpired, gave her food.