In that wondrous realm, the air is alive with the melodious calls of cātakas, priyaputras, jīvaṃjīvakas, and other celestial aquatic creatures, whose sweet voices bring delight to all who hear them. The landscape is adorned with marvelous, divine trees and sacred waters, each more beautiful and pleasing than the last, creating a scene of utter enchantment. Amidst this splendor rise palaces of the gods, resplendent with a multitude of jewels. These golden abodes move according to their inhabitants’ will, shining brilliantly and filled with celestial Gandharvas whose presence fills the air with joy. Young Apsarases, radiant as the sun, move gracefully within, adorned with ornaments, reclining on golden beds and seats, and enjoying every conceivable pleasure. Above, beings traverse the sky, bearing banners, adorned with pearl necklaces and ornaments of gold, their forms shimmering in countless hues. The air is fragrant with the perfume of countless flowers, sandalwood, and aloe; gentle breezes stir, carrying the sounds of diverse musical instruments. Those who dwell here are swift of mind as the wind itself, their ankles adorned with clusters of tinkling ornaments, delighting in this city revered by all the worlds. Gandharvas, Apsarases, and other divine women, their faces luminous as the full moon, ever accompany these fortunate souls. Their beauty is unparalleled, with full, prominent breasts, slender waists, and complexions both dark and fair. They move with the majestic grace of intoxicated elephants, a sight to captivate any heart. Around the best of men, these women gather, fanning him with camaras whose handles are fashioned from gold and set with every kind of gem. The city resounds with singing, dancing, and music, as Yakshas, Vidyadharas, Siddhas, Gandharvas, and groups of Apsarases rejoice in blissful intoxication. Assemblies of gods and sages gather here, making this supreme world shine with brilliance. Within this realm, the wise enjoy supreme pleasures, their hearts content. Near the mighty banyan tree, on the southern shore of the ocean, dwell those who have beheld the blessed Krishna, lotus-eyed Lord of the world. There, they play joyfully with the Apsarases, their forms shining like refined gold, untouched by old age or death, as long as the sky, moon, and stars endure. Free from all suffering, untouched by the fatigue of desire, they possess four strong arms and are adorned with garlands of forest flowers. Some among them bear the emblem of Śrīvatsa and hold conch, discus, and mace. Their complexions vary—some dark as blue lotuses, others shining like gold, some like emerald, beryl, or diamond. They wear dazzling earrings and ornaments, their brilliance lighting up the city. O best of the twice-born, no other god’s realm can compare to the world of Hari, which overflows with wonders. In this divine city, there is no coming or going—by the power of the Lord, the blessed dwell here until the dissolution of creation itself. Proud of their beauty and youth, they wander freely through the city, beholding Krishna, Rama, and Subhadrā, the Supreme Person. At the very heart of Hari’s city stands a radiant temple, adorned with jewels, glowing like refined gold and resembling the youthful sun. Hundreds of thousands of flags wave above, and the temple stretches for tens of yojanas, encircled by golden ramparts. Beautiful banners of many colors flutter everywhere, delightful to behold, like the autumn moon shining among the stars. Four wide gates, guarded by vigilant sentinels, connect the temple to seven grand and enchanting cities. The first city is golden, the second adorned with emeralds, the third with sapphires, the fourth with great blue stone, the fifth blazes with rubies, the sixth is made of diamond, and the seventh is of luminous beryl. This great mansion dazzles with pillars of gems, gold, and coral, wondrous to behold. There, perfected beings shine forth, illuminating the ten directions as the full moon does among the stars. At the center, Bhagavān Janārdana sits enthroned with Lakṣmī, clad in yellow garments, dark-hued, and marked with the Śrīvatsa. In his right hand, Hari wields the blazing Sudarśana discus, fierce and master of all weapons, radiating all brilliance. With his left, Keśava holds a necklace shining like jasmine, the moon, and milk—the mighty Pāñcajanya conch, renowned for its thousand spirals and a sound that shakes the world. The discus is fierce, the destroyer of evil-doers, annihilator of demons and titans, blazing like tongues of fire, unbearable even to the gods. In his right hand, he holds the Kaumodakī mace; in his left, the bow Śārṅga, radiant as the sun and quivering with arrows wreathed in flame—arrows that can destroy the worlds of gods, both moving and unmoving. He brings joy to all, resplendent, expert in all scriptures, the guru of all worlds, the god revered by every other god. The lord of gods has a thousand heads, a thousand feet and eyes, known as the Thousand-named, with a thousand limbs and mighty arms. Seated upon his throne, his eyes wide as lotus petals, shining like lightning, he is the Lord and teacher of the universe. Around him gather hosts of gods and siddhas, bands of gandharvas and apsarases, yakṣas, vidyādharas, nāgas, sages, siddhas, and cāraṇas. He is praised by suparṇas, demons, titans, rākṣasas, guhyakas, kinnaras, and all other divine beings, shining in incomparable splendor.