Thus, O god, as spoken in the scriptures, the tale was recounted to you. Upon hearing these words, Madanālasa, the son, responded. On the sacred day of Bahulā aṣṭamī, he bathed, O best of kings, and acquired great merit. Holding Govinda in his heart, he offered gentle words of praise. He declared, “O god of gods, for the sake of divine play, you alone, along with your beloved, have kept this secret. At the end of the world, as the very form of Time, you dissolve all creation. I bow to you, again and again.” Through the power of this hymn, Madanālasa was liberated by the god of gods. Filled with joy, the king embraced his beloved and rejoiced. He summoned Sudeva and gladly gave his own sister to him. Sudeva, intoxicated with passion, accepted her from the Kṣatriya. O king, thus has the conduct of that wise one been told to you. Once again, O Brahmin, a beautiful story was narrated. In Kānyakubja, O great king, there lived a Brahmin devoted to charity, who gave away in gifts whatever wealth he received. One autumn, he observed the vow of Navadurga. He pondered, “What should I do today so that I may be endowed with wealth?” Filled with sorrow, he was graced by the Goddess and undertook a nine-day fast, abstaining from food. There was a lord of the Vidyādharas named Jīmūtaketu, who for some years enjoyed divine pleasures. By the power of a wish-fulfilling tree, he was blessed with an excellent son. O king, in a previous birth, this son had lived in the most excellent Madhyadeśa. Once, eager for hunting, that king set out, but on the ninth day of the bright half of Caitra, he refrained from harming any living beings. He spent the night in the hut of Vālmīki, keeping vigil. There, due to his merit, he heard songs about Rāma. He worshipped the wish-fulfilling tree, and that great tree spoke to him: “My auspicious city—” As the tree spoke, the city became one with the king, and all its inhabitants, by the grace of the tree, became equal to kings. On the splendid Malayā mountain, they performed intense austerities. There was a renowned maiden named Kamalākṣī in the temple of Śiva. Jīmūtavāhana also visited the temple to worship. Upon seeing her, he was struck by the arrows of desire. He offered salutations: “Salutations to Madana, salutations to you, son of Kṛṣṇa. Repeated salutations to Kāma, the five-arrowed one, to Pradyumna.” The blessed deity Makaradhvaja was pleased. Viśvāvasu, renowned, was the son of that king. Having bowed to Nara and Nārāyaṇa, he arrived riding upon Garuḍa. There, where Jīmūtavāhana was, he wept greatly in many ways. After consoling the old woman, he asked, “By whom has this sorrow come?” She, afflicted by separation from him and of noble lineage, lamented her grief.