Let me tell you the wondrous account as described in these sacred verses. The glory and measure of the holy Gaṅgā are first revealed: her length is sixty thousand yojanas, and her expanse stretches tenfold that length. In another reckoning, she is a hundred thousand yojanas wide, and her length is six times that measure. Elsewhere, her width is said to be ten hundred thousand yojanas, and her length five times as much. In yet another region, she is a thousand yojanas wide, stretching seven times that in length. Again, her width is a thousand yojanas, and her length is seven times that. Deep within Pātāla, the city of Bhogavatī is graced by Gaṅgā, there only ten yojanas wide. At a certain point, her breadth narrows to a single krośa, and from there, she diminishes—nowhere else does this occur. Her appearance, too, changes with the yugas: in Satya Yuga, she shines white as milk; in Tretā, she glows with the hue of the moon. In Kali Yuga, her radiance resembles water, and nowhere else on earth is such brilliance found. The power of Gaṅgā is incomparable, as extolled in the Purāṇas and the Vedas. Even a single drop of her sacred water, O Pitāmaha, is enough to purify the gravest sinner. Thus, O Brahmā, have the twenty-one verses of Gaṅgā’s glory been spoken. Whoever recites these verses daily with devotion, worshipping the goddess of the gods, is blessed: a childless man gains a son, one without a wife finds a beloved. The obscure become renowned, fools gain wisdom. Bad dreams turn auspicious, and the devotee attains the merit of bathing in the Gaṅgā. Then Nārāyaṇa said: He took her and went to the place where the sons of Sagara had perished. Swiftly, borne by a breeze that had touched the Gaṅgā, they reached Vaikuṇṭha. Thus, the entire excellent story of Gaṅgā has been told. At this, Nārada inquired: “When Rādhā departed, what then transpired? What did those present there do?” Nārāyaṇa replied: “Kṛṣṇa, after worshipping Rādhā, remained within the circle of the rasa. All those whose minds were devoted worshipped her, whom Kṛṣṇa himself had honored. Meanwhile, Kṛṣṇa and Sarasvatī sang together, filling the air with celestial melody. Brahmā, satisfied, presented Rādhā with a garland adorned with great jewels. Kṛṣṇa bestowed upon her the Kaustubha jewel, the best of all gems. Nārāyaṇa, the Lord, gave her a delightful garland of forest flowers. Viṣṇumāyā, the divine, the primordial nature, the sovereign, was also present. Dharma granted her wisdom of righteousness and great fame. Meanwhile, Śambhu, repeatedly urged by Brahmā, acted as needed. Suddenly, all the gods fell unconscious, as if they were painted dolls, lifeless and still. The whole ground was covered with water, bereft of Rādhā and Hari. Through deep meditation, the Creator discerned all that was desired. Then, Brahmā and all the others praised the Supreme Lord. In that very moment, a bodiless voice appeared, resounding in the air: ‘I am the Self of all; I am this power, the embodiment of grace for devotees. All the Manus, all humans, and likewise the sages devoted to Viṣṇu—if you, O lords of the gods, are eager to see the form, then you yourself, O Brahman, creator and teacher of the world, give the command. With unprecedented collections of mantras, granting all desired fruits…’ Thus, the sacred narrative flows, extolling the glory of Gaṅgā, the devotion of the gods, and the ever-present grace of the Supreme.