With deep reverence, salutations were offered to the Infinite One—subtle and beyond measure, marked by the glorious Śrīvatsa, known as Trivikrama, and robed in resplendent yellow garments. Homage was given to the Creator of the universe, to the eternal Protector and Sustainer, to the Lord who is both with attributes and beyond all attributes. Praise was then offered to the divine form of Vamana: to his deeds, to his all-seeing eyes, and to the very essence of Vamana. Obeisance was paid to the Beautiful and Venerable, to the Unmanifest and Inconceivable, to the Pure One who removes all fear. The Lord was hailed as the boat that carries souls across the ocean of worldly existence, as tranquility itself, the true Self, Shiva, the gentle form of Rudra, and the great Deliverer. To the Destroyer of worldly bondage, the Giver of worldly joys, the very form of all beings, and the Creator of existence, salutations were offered. Om, homage to the divine form whose breath is the moon and fire, whose hair radiates with the beams of the sun and moon, and who is the benefactor of cows and Brahmins. Om, obeisance to the embodiment of the Ṛk, the very sequence of sacred words, the One praised by the Ṛk, and the means of the Ṛk. Om, salutations to the supporter and form of the Yajus, the One delighted by Yajus and oblations, the Lord of the Yajus. Om, homage to the Lord of Śrī, to her bearer, to the Boar incarnation, to the beloved of Śrī, the restrained, the one contemplated by yogis, and the supreme yogin. Om, salutations to the One of Sāman form, the best among Sāman songs, the gentle Sāman, the knower of Sāman yoga. Obeisance to Sāman and its song, to the bearer and knower of Sāman sacrifices, to the maker of Sāman. Obeisance to the Atharvaśiras, the embodiment of Atharva, and to the feet and hands of Atharva. Om, salutations to the One with a diamond-like head, the slayer of Madhu and Kaitabha, the One who abides in the great ocean and who recovered the lost Vedas. Salutations to You, radiant in form, O Hṛṣīkeśa; O Blessed One, Vāsudeva, I bow to You. O Nārāyaṇa, benefactor of the worlds, destroyer of delusion and remover of bondage—salutations. Salutations to the Giver of liberation, the Remover of bondage, the Creator of the brilliance of the three worlds, whose very essence is splendor. Salutations to the Lord of yogis, the Pure One, to Rāma the Deliverer, Blissful One, Giver of happiness, Upholder of virtue. Salutations to Vāsudeva, worthy of praise, to Vāmadeva, Creator of all bodies, Destroyer of division. Salutations to You, whose body is worshipped by the gods, crowned with divinity, Dweller in all abodes, Lord of all dwellings. Om, salutations to the Creator and Giver of wealth, the Embodiment and Lord of sacrifice, the supreme Yogi. Salutations to the Lord who inspires renunciation and yoga, Bearer of the limbs of sacrifice, to Saṃkarṣaṇa and the Slayer of Pralamba. To the One who wields the plough swifter than thunderclouds, to the One who is wisdom among the wise and devoted to Nārāyaṇa, salutations. O Lord, apart from You there is no friend to deliver me from hell; thus, with all my heart, I bow to You, Lover of those who bow. O Keśava, whether impurity arises from body or mind, O Lord of gods, none but You can cleanse it, O Acyuta. Abandoning all other associations, I have come to You; may my connection be with You alone, O Keśava, for the realization of the Self. I know, O Keśava, that this terrible, difficult-to-cross worldly existence is filled with suffering; afflicted by the threefold miseries, I have sought refuge in You. By desires, the world is deluded by Your māyā, drawn by greed and similar bonds; thus, I have taken shelter in You. O Viṣṇu, there is no happiness for embodied beings in saṃsāra; but, O Lord of sacrifice, as the mind turns toward You, supreme happiness arises. Thus, one attains ultimate happiness, devoid of selfish fruit. I, lacking discernment, see the world as full of suffering. O Govinda, save me from saṃsāra! You alone can rescue me, who am sunk in the unfathomable ocean of delusion; O Puṇḍarīkākṣa, there is no other rescuer but You. Thus was the Lord praised by King Śveta, O twice-born ones, in that renowned and divine field of Puruṣottama. Having thus contemplated devotion to Him, the God of gods, the Teacher of the world, Hari—surrounded by all the gods—appeared before the king. He was radiant as a dark rain cloud, with eyes wide as lotus petals, wise and serene, holding the Sudarshana discus glowing at his fingertips. His form shone like the pure waters of the milk ocean, radiant as the moon, and in his left hand gleamed the mighty Panchajanya conch. Glorious, bearing the banner of the king of birds, holding mace, bow, and sword, the Lord spoke: “Well done, O king! Your mind is noble. Ask for whatever you desire. Blessings to you, I am pleased with you, O sinless one.” Hearing these words, sweeter than nectar, from the God of gods, King Śveta, his mind absorbed in the Lord, bowed his head and spoke: “If I am truly your devotee, O Lord, grant me the highest boon—the imperishable Vaishnava abode, higher than even the realm of Brahma. I wish to reach that pure, stainless, spotless place, free from all worldly bonds, by your grace, O Lord of the world. That place which even all the gods, sages, and accomplished yogis do not attain, which is delightful, supreme, and free from affliction.