With deep reverence, King Śveta bowed and offered his salutations to the Lord, the very embodiment of the Sāman hymns, the best among the Sāman songs, gentle in nature and the knower of Sāman yoga. He paid homage to Sāman itself, to its sacred melodies, to the bearer and knower of Sāman sacrifices, and to the divine maker of Sāman. He bowed to Atharvaśiras, the very form of the Atharva Veda, venerating the feet and hands of Atharva. The king then offered his salutations to the One with a diamond-like head, the slayer of the demons Madhu and Kaitabha, who abides in the great ocean and who recovered the lost Vedas. He praised the radiant Lord Hṛṣīkeśa, Vāsudeva, the Blessed One, bowing to Him with devotion. “O Nārāyaṇa,” he prayed, “I bow to You, Benefactor of the worlds, Destroyer of delusion, Remover of worldly bondage, and Giver of liberation. You are the Creator of the brilliance of the three worlds, whose very essence is splendor. O Lord of yogis, Pure One, Deliverer as Rāma, Blissful Giver of happiness, Upholder of virtue—salutations to You!” He continued, “O Vāsudeva, Worthy of praise, O Vāmadeva, Creator of bodies for all beings, Destroyer of division, I bow to You. O Lord, whose divine body is worshipped by the gods, crowned with glory, Dweller in all abodes, Lord of all dwellings, I offer my salutations. Creator and Giver of wealth, Embodiment and Lord of sacrifice, supreme Yogi, I bow to You.” King Śveta praised the Lord as the inspirer of renunciation and yoga, the Bearer of the limbs of sacrifice, Saṃkarṣaṇa, and the slayer of Pralamba. He saluted the One who wields the plough, whose speed surpasses the thunderclouds, who is wisdom among the wise, and who is ever devoted to Nārāyaṇa. “O Lord,” he prayed earnestly, “apart from You, there is no friend to rescue me from hell. With all my being, I bow to You, Lover of those who bow. O Keśava, whether impurity arises from body or mind, O Lord of gods, there is no cleanser but You. Abandoning all other ties, I have come to You; may my connection be with You alone, O Keśava, for the attainment of the Self.” He confessed, “I know, O Keśava, that this terrible, hard-to-cross worldly existence is full of suffering. Afflicted by the threefold miseries, I have sought refuge in You. By desires, the whole world is deluded by Your māyā, drawn by greed and the like. Therefore, I have taken shelter in You. O Viṣṇu, there is no happiness at all for embodied beings who dwell in saṃsāra. But, O Lord of sacrifice, as the mind turns toward You, supreme happiness arises.” He acknowledged, “Thus, one attains ultimate happiness, devoid of fruit. I am bereft of discernment, and the world appears full of suffering. O Govinda, save me from saṃsāra! You alone can rescue me from the unfathomable ocean of delusion. O Puṇḍarīkākṣa, there is no other rescuer but You.” Thus, in the renowned and divine field of Puruṣottama, King Śveta offered these praises. Contemplating devotion to Hari, the god of gods and teacher of the world, he was soon graced by the Lord’s presence. Surrounded by all the gods, Hari appeared before the king. The Lord’s form was wondrous to behold—dark as a rain-laden cloud, with eyes wide as lotus petals, radiant with wisdom. At his fingertips glowed the Sudarśana discus. His body shone like the pure, moonlit waters of the milk ocean, and in his left hand gleamed the mighty Panchajanya conch. He bore the banner of Garuḍa, the king of birds, and held a mace, bow, and sword. The glorious 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 nectar-like words of the god of gods, Śveta, his mind absorbed in the Lord, bowed his head and replied, “If I am truly your devotee, O Lord, grant me the highest boon: the imperishable Vaishnava abode, above even Brahma’s realm. May I reach that pure, stainless, spotless place, free from the bonds of worldly existence, by your grace, O Lord of the world. Grant me that place which all the gods, sages, and perfected yogis do not attain—a place delightful, supreme, and free from affliction.” The Lord replied, “You will attain the supreme state, worship the nectar of sovereignty, and, surpassing all worlds, you will reach my own realm. Your fame, O king of kings, will spread throughout the three worlds, and my presence here with you will always remain. All the gods and demons will sing of you as Śvetagaṅgā. Even a blade of grass touched by Śvetagaṅgā’s water will be praised, O king.” “Those devoted to me who touch this water with concentration will attain heaven. Whoever approaches this image of mine, Madhava, shining like the moon—resembling conch and cow’s milk, destroying all sins—whoever bows to her once with devotion, whose eyes are like lotuses, leaving all worlds behind, will be honored in my realm, surrounded by divine maidens for the duration of a Manvantara. Praised sweetly and served by accomplished Gandharvas, he will enjoy abundant pleasures as he wishes, together with my own. If he falls from there and returns to this world, he will be born as a human, a Brahmin, learned in the Vedas and their branches, prosperous, enjoying pleasures, and long-lived. He will be rich in elephants, horses, chariots, vehicles, wealth, and grain—pure, handsome, very fortunate, and accompanied by sons and grandsons.” “And having again attained the Supreme Person, at the banyan tree or at the ocean, abandoning the body and remembering Hari, he will then reach the peaceful state.” Thus did the Lord bless King Śveta, rewarding his unwavering devotion with the promise of supreme liberation and everlasting fame.