Even in the celestial realms, I remained steadfast in celibacy, never wavering from my vow. It was Aniruddha himself, the embodiment of Brahman, who took my hand. The Lord, my master, was invoked by Kali on my behalf, and there, he showed the magnificent power of his grace. By his command, O lord, I was born as the daughter of Jambuka. My death came at the hands of your brother, Balakhanin, and because of that transgression, your brother endured severe torment. Having spoken thus, she fell silent and rejoiced in the company of her husband. When the festival of Holika approached, Malana, overcome with affection and sorrow, wept through the night, her heart heavy with love for her daughter. The great hero, understanding the cause of her grief, set out alone, determined, to the house of Candravali. The king, an adversary, learned the true reason and heard of the village called Balithatha, which was protected by the Yadavas. There, King Virasena arrived, accompanied by an army three hundred thousand strong. Kamasena, Prasena, Mahasena, and Madhupa were born in succession, all belonging to the noble Yadava lineage. In their assembly, Narakesari, a portion of Krishna, entered. With a noble mind, he delivered to the king a letter written by Malana. After enjoying marvelous dishes with the Yadavas, his sister, eager and loving despite her sorrow, spoke to Krishna’s portion. Then, at the age of twenty, he was forgotten by his father and mother. Yet he declared, “Today my birth is fulfilled, and my life is also fulfilled.” With a joyful heart, he spoke humbly to his sister. Because of her sorrow, the king grew increasingly fearful and anxious each day. The powerful king laid siege to my city. Again, we journeyed to the island of Simhala, seeking victory. Pleased with us, we became attendants to our sister, who, overwhelmed with love, welcomed us into her own home. In the assembly of King Virasena, he was honored by the king himself. All the wicked flatterers of the king were expelled, and the royal treasury was plundered by those of low birth but great strength. All of them, subdued, settled in the city called Shirisha. Then, he prepared to depart, taking with him the swing of Candravali. Upon hearing this, Virasena, understanding the true reason, spoke: “O son, bind him indeed.” Candravali, aware of the situation, offered her food. But Kamasena, enraged, seized a cane staff. Grabbing him by the arms, he prepared to bind him, and ordered his sons to assist. In the midst of the army, a fierce and terrible battle erupted, lasting day and night. Udaya, mighty in strength, slew a hundred thousand heroic warriors. Seeing their forces defeated, the seven sons, themselves mighty, rallied. The hero, mounted on Bindula, placed elephant seats upon the ground. Hearing this, Virasena, devoted to worship of the Sun, with the very weapon, Krishna’s portion at his side, fell unconscious to the earth. Virasena, having bound him, released his sons and daughter-in-law. Then, enraged, the heroes rushed toward Krishna’s portion.