In that sacred realm, the landscape is wondrous and richly adorned. Majestic aśoka, pārijāta, mandāra, and campaka trees stand tall, their blossoms mingling with the sweet scents of mālatī, mallikā, kundā, bakula, and nāgakesara. The air is fragrant from puṃnāga, atimukta, priyangu, tagara, arjuna, pāṭala, mango, khadira, and the golden forests of karṇikāra shining in the sunlight. Further on, groves of nāraṅga, jackfruit, lodhra, neem, pomegranate, sarja, grape, lakuca, date, madhuka, and countless other fruit-bearing trees flourish, their branches heavy with bounty. Kapittha, coconut, palm, śrīphala, and innumerable wish-fulfilling trees add to the beauty, mingling with wild trees of every kind. There are stands of sarala, sandalwood, nīpa, devadāru, auspicious añjana, jātī, clove, kaṅkola, and trees exuding the fragrance of camphor. Clusters of betel vines and areca nut trees thrive, along with countless other trees, each bearing fruit in every season. Flowers of every hue bloom from entwined creepers, while sacred waters from many lakes glisten, their shores alive with excellent birds of all varieties. Hundreds of ponds, filled with delightful water, are adorned with lotuses, hundred-petaled blossoms, and splendid kokanada flowers. Red and blue water-lilies, fragrant kahlaras, and other aquatic flowers of many colors are beautifully arranged, creating a tapestry of vibrant life. Swans and karandavas glide across the waters, while chakravakas, koyaṣṭikas, dātyūhas, and flocks of karandavas and ravākas fill the air with movement and song. Cātakas, priyaputras, jīvaṃjīvakas, and other divine aquatic creatures sing sweetly, their voices delighting all who hear them. Thus, the realm is filled with divine and wondrous trees, sacred waters, and beauty beyond compare. Amidst this paradise stand celestial palaces, adorned with jewels, radiant and golden, moving at will, and filled with Gandharvas. Young, sun-like Apsarases, adorned and graceful, recline on golden beds and seats, enjoying pleasures of every kind. Those who move in the sky bear banners, their bodies adorned with pearl necklaces of countless colors, decorated with golden ornaments. The air is rich with the fragrance of many flowers, sandalwood, and aloe, and the palaces are alive with pleasant movement and the sounds of diverse instruments. Those whose minds are swift as the wind, surrounded by clusters of tinkling ornaments, delight in this city, revered by all the worlds. Always accompanied by beautiful women—Gandharvas, Apsarases, and others—whose faces shine like the moon, their charm and beauty enchanting all. These women, with full and prominent breasts, slender waists, and complexions both dark and fair, move with the grace of intoxicated elephants. Surrounding the best of men, they fan him with camaras whose handles are of gold, adorned with jewels. There is singing, dancing, and music—Yakshas, Vidyadharas, Siddhas, Gandharvas, and groups of Apsarases rejoice, intoxicated with bliss. Assemblies of gods and sages gather, and the supreme world shines brilliantly. Here, those who have attained wisdom enjoy great pleasures. Near the great banyan tree, on the southern shore of the ocean, dwell those who have seen the blessed Krishna, lotus-eyed, lord of the world. They play together with Apsarases, shining like refined gold, free from old age and death, as long as the sky, moon, and stars endure. Free from all suffering and the fatigue of desire, they possess four arms, great strength, and are adorned with garlands of forest flowers. Each bears the emblem of Śrīvatsa, holding conch, discus, and mace; some are dark like blue lotuses, others shine like gold. Some resemble emeralds, others are like beryls; some are dark-complexioned and wear earrings, while others shine like diamonds. O best of twice-born, the worlds of all other gods do not shine as does the world of Hari, which is filled with every wonder. There, O Brāhmaṇas, no return or departure ever occurs, by the power of that divine Lord, until the dissolution of creation. They wander in the divine city, proud of their beauty and youth, and behold Krishna, Rama, and Subhadrā, the Supreme Person. In the center of Hari’s city stands a temple adorned with jewels, radiant like refined gold and glowing like the youthful sun. It is decorated with hundreds of thousands of flags, vast across tens of yojanas, and encircled by golden ramparts. The temple gleams with beautifully crafted banners of many colors, delightful to behold, as the moon shines among stars in autumn. There are four wide gates, guarded by sentinels, joined to seven cities, grand and enchanting. The first city is golden, the second adorned with emeralds, the third is sapphire, and the fourth is great blue stone. The fifth city is brilliant, made of ruby; the sixth is made of diamond, and the seventh city is of beryl. The great mansion shines, adorned with pillars made of various gems, gold, and coral sprouts, wondrous in appearance. Perfected beings are seen there, illuminating the ten directions, as the moon shines with stars on the full-moon night. Upon a splendid throne sits Bhagavān Janārdana with Lakṣmī, clad in yellow garments, dark-hued and marked with Śrīvatsa. Hari holds the blazing Sudarśana discus, fierce and master of all weapons, in his right hand, radiant with all brilliance.