As the merchant hurried along his way, the wondrous herb Viśalyakaraṇī once again fell upon the banks of the sacred Gautamī river, where Hari, the Lord of Yoga, resided. Vibhīṣaṇa, seeing this, urged his son, "Quickly, show this herb to my father. Do not delay! In all the three worlds, nothing surpasses the act of relieving another’s suffering." Vibhīṣaṇa’s son agreed, saying, “So be it,” and showed the herb to his own son as well. “Take it,” he instructed, and the son cut a branch from the powerful tree, moved by compassion for the merchant and his virtue. He placed the branch where the tree had fallen on the mountain, instructing him to place it near his heart, for by merely touching it, the merchant would regain his true form. Hearing his father’s words, the noble-minded Vaibhīṣaṇi did exactly as instructed, placing the wood as directed. Instantly, the merchant’s sight was restored and he became whole again, for the mysterious powers of gems, mantras, and herbs are beyond ordinary understanding. Grateful, the merchant took the piece of wood, remembering only righteousness, and bathed in the Gautamī Gaṅgā, worshipping Hari, the Lord of Yoga. After bowing in reverence, he departed with the wood, wandering through the grand city called Nṛpapura. In that city, there was a mighty king named Mahārāja, who had no son, only a single daughter who was blind. She, too, undertook a solemn vow: she would marry whoever—be he god, demon, brāhmaṇa, kṣatriya, vaiśya, or even of śūdra birth, virtuous or not—could restore her sight. The king proclaimed that she would be given, along with the kingdom, to the one who could cure her, and the merchant, a vaiśya, heard this announcement. He declared, “I will restore the princess’s sight without doubt.” Swiftly, he was brought before the king, and at the mere touch of the piece of wood, the princess’s vision was restored. The king, astonished, asked, “Who are you?” The merchant recounted all that had happened, leaving nothing out. He explained, “By the grace of brāhmaṇas, by righteousness and austerity, by the power of gifts and sacrifices rich in offerings, and by the potency of divine herbs, I have attained this ability.” Hearing these words, the king was filled with wonder. “What a man of great power! Surely, he must be divine. Otherwise, how could such ability be found in another? Therefore, I will give him my daughter, together with the kingdom.” Resolving thus, the king gave both his daughter and the kingdom to the merchant and went away to enjoy himself, but soon fell into deep distress. He realized, “Without a friend, there is no kingdom; without a friend, there is no happiness.” Constantly thinking of the brāhmaṇa, the son of the vaiśya was filled with longing. This, indeed, is the mark of the well-born among embodied beings: their hearts are always tender with compassion, even toward those who have harmed them. The great king Maṇikuṇḍala went to the forest. Once, while ruling his kingdom, he met his brāhmaṇa friend Gautama. Having lost his wealth to wicked gamblers, Maṇikuṇḍala welcomed Gautama, honored him, and bathed him in the Gaṅgā to remove all sins. Surrounded by the brāhmaṇa, his kinsmen, vaiśyas from his own land, the brāhmaṇa’s relatives, and elders led by Kauśika, in the presence of the Lord of Yogis, Maṇikuṇḍala performed sacrifices and worshipped the gods. Thereafter, he attained heaven. From that time forward, the sacred place became known as “the reviver of the dead,” the holy site of vision, and the abode of the Lord of Yogis. Even remembering it brings merit, peace of mind, and destroys all evil thoughts. Nearby lies the holy place called Urvaśī, which bestows the fruit of an Aśvamedha sacrifice through bathing, giving gifts, and worship of Mahādeva and Vāsudeva. There, where the great god Maheśvara and Hari, wielder of Śārṅga, reside, lived a king named Pramati, a universal sovereign of great might. Having conquered his enemies, Pramati swiftly ascended to Indra’s realm, surrounded by the gods. There, O Nārada, he saw Indra, Lord of the gods, together with the Maruts. Pramati, foremost among warriors, seized Indra, who held a noose in his hand. Seeing Indra laugh, Hari spoke to Pramati, “O wise one, enough of playing with the Maruts in the temple of the gods! Having conquered the directions and reached heaven, come, play with me.” King Pramati replied, “So be it.” He asked Indra, “What forfeit do you consider appropriate?” Indra answered, “Urvaśī herself is our stake, to be won by all through sacrifices.” Pramati, proud, said, “I accept Urvaśī as the forfeit. What do you think, O king?” Indra agreed. Pramati added, “For the forfeit, give your right hand, armed and righteous; let us play.” Thus, the two approached the gaming board. Pramati, victorious, won Urvaśī, the celestial maiden. Having won, he angrily addressed Indra, “For the forfeit, give me something else; later, you may play again, O mighty one.” Indra replied, “Give me the divine, victorious, and excellent chariot with Vajra, fit for the gods. With that, O king, I will play, without hesitation.” Then, taking the nooses and jeweled ornaments, Pramati laughed and declared to Indra, “I have won!” Thus, the story unfolds, revealing the mysterious workings of virtue, compassion, and divine favor, echoing through sacred places and the hearts of noble beings.