Freed from all sins, people of every class—Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, women, Shudras, and even those of the lowest birth—are ushered into the world of Vishnu. When they worship that supreme deity who takes the form of a lion, their devotion liberates them from countless inauspicious sufferings accumulated over millions of births. By honoring this foremost among the gods, they reach the goal they desire: divinity, lordship among immortals, and even the status of Gandharvas. The blessings extend further. By simply seeing, praising, bowing to, and worshipping Narakesari, the Lion-Man, one may attain the status of Yakshas, Vidyadharas, or any other state they wish for. Men gain kingship, heaven, and the rarest liberation; by the sight of Narasimha, a person receives the fruit of their heart’s desire. Freed from all sins, one enters Vishnu’s realm merely by beholding that lion-formed god with devotion. Release from the suffering of countless births is granted, whether one faces battle, distress, imprisonment, or threats from thieves, tigers, and other dangers. In wilderness, in moments of mortal peril—poison, fire, or water—when afflicted by kings, oceans, planets, diseases, and the like, remembering Narasimha frees a person from all royal and village troubles, as darkness vanishes at sunrise. Likewise, calamities are destroyed at his sight—amulets, ointments, underground shoes, and elixirs lose their power over one. When Narasimha is pleased, all other desired things are attained; whatever wishes one holds, worshipping Narakesari brings them to fruition—there is no doubt. Having seen that lord of gods, worshipped with devotion and bowed to, one obtains a tenfold fruit of ten horse sacrifices, freed from all sins and adorned with virtues. The soul is fulfilled in all desires, exempt from old age and death, riding in a golden chariot adorned with tinkling bells. Endowed with every fulfilled desire, radiant by his own will, he shines with the hue of a young sun and is adorned with a garland of pearls. Accompanied by hundreds of celestial women and Gandharvas, having uplifted his entire lineage, he rejoices happily in the divine forest. Praised by Apsaras, he enters Vishnu’s realm; after enjoying the finest pleasures there, he remains in Vishnu’s world. Joined by Gandharvas and Apsaras, having assumed a four-armed form, he enjoys happiness that delights the mind until the dissolution of creation. When his merit is exhausted, he returns to earth, born in the best family of yogis. He becomes a Brahmin versed in the four Vedas and their branches, adopting Vaishnava yoga, and finally attains liberation. Similarly, having seen Ananta, called Vasudeva, with devotion and having bowed, a man, freed from all sins, attains the supreme state. This deity was worshipped by me, then by Indra, by Vibhishana, and by Rama; who would not worship him? Whoever bathes in the White Ganga and beholds the White Madhava—Matsya Madhava—indeed goes to the White Island. Now, let me recount in detail the greatness of the White Madhava and the image of Hari, O Lord of the Universe. In that renowned and holy field upon the earth, who, in ancient times, established the deity called White Madhava? In the Krita age, there was a powerful king named Shveta. He was wise, versed in dharma, heroic, true to his word, and firm in his vows. In his kingdom, for ten thousand years, people lived long lives, and no child suffered. While he ruled, after some time, there lived a sage named Kapalagautama, supremely righteous. His son, born without teeth, died by the force of time; the wise sage took the child and brought him to the king. Seeing the boy lying unconscious, the king made a solemn vow before the brahmins for the sake of the child’s life: “As long as I do not bring back this boy, who has gone to Yama’s abode, within seven nights, I shall ascend the blazing funeral pyre.” Having spoken thus, the king worshipped Mahadeva with hundreds and thousands of white lotuses, reciting the mantra again and again. Moved by the king’s intense devotion, the Lord of the Universe, pleased, appeared in person and spoke with Uma. Hearing the Lord’s words and suddenly beholding Hara—smeared with ashes, misshapen eyes, shining like autumn jasmine and the moon, clad in a tiger skin, hair adorned by the crescent moon—the king fell to the earth at once, bowed, and spoke: “If, seeing my compassion, you are pleased, O Lord, and if the brahmin boy has fallen under the power of Time, let this boy live again—such is my vow. O Lord, though the boy died suddenly, by your own power grant him a life as ordained, and make him safe, O Maheshvara.” Hearing these words of Shveta, Hara was pleased, and commanded Kala, the terror of all beings. Restraining Kala, who is difficult to withstand and obeys Yama’s command, Hara revived the boy, who had entered the jaws of death. Having secured the welfare of the entire world, that god, together with the goddess and his own energy, vanished there before the sage’s son. Thus, the best of kings revived the sage’s son, fulfilling his vow and earning the blessings of the gods.