O Pitāmaha, even the touch of a single drop of the sacred Ganga’s water has the power to purify even the most grievous sinners. Thus, O Brahma, have I spoken these twenty-one verses that sing of the Ganga’s unfathomable glory. Whoever recites these verses each day with devotion, offering worship to the goddess of the gods, is blessed indeed: a childless man will be granted a son, one without a wife will gain a beloved partner. If a person’s fame is dim, it will shine forth; if he is foolish, wisdom will dawn upon him. Bad dreams turn auspicious, and the reciter attains the full merit of bathing in the Ganga herself. Nārāyaṇa continued: He then took her to the very place where the sons of Sagara had perished. Carried by the breeze blessed by Ganga’s touch, they swiftly reached the celestial realm of Vaikuṇṭha. Thus, the entire excellent story of Ganga has now been told. At this, Nārada inquired, “When Rādhā departed, what happened next? And what did those present do in her absence?” Nārāyaṇa replied: After worshipping Rādhā, Krishna remained in the circle of the rasa dance. Those whose minds were filled with devotion also worshipped Rādhā, whom Krishna himself had honored. Meanwhile, Krishna and Sarasvatī sang together in sweet harmony. Brahmā, pleased, offered Rādhā a garland adorned with great jewels. Krishna, in turn, gave her the radiant Kaustubha jewel, the best among all gems. Nārāyaṇa, the Lord himself, presented her with a delightful garland woven from forest flowers. Viṣṇumāyā, the divine primordial nature and sovereign power, was also present. Dharma bestowed upon Rādhā the wisdom of righteousness and great fame. At this time, Śambhu was repeatedly urged by Brahmā, and suddenly, all the gods fell unconscious, like painted dolls bereft of life. The entire ground was covered with water, as if the world mourned the absence of Rādhā and Hari. Through deep meditation, the Creator discerned all that was desired by those assembled. Then, Brahmā and all the others offered praises to the Supreme Lord. In that moment, a bodiless voice resounded through the air: “I am the Self of all; I am this power, the embodiment of grace for devotees. All the Manus, all humankind, and the sages devoted to Vishnu—if you, O lords of the gods, desire to behold my form, then you, O Brahman, creator and teacher of the world, must give the command. With unprecedented collections of mantras, which grant all desired fruits, create my mantra, armor, and hymn, and guard them with utmost care. Among thousands and hundreds, only one will become a true worshipper of my mantra; the rest will attain residence in Goloka. People of five kinds, endowed in each creation along with the creator, some dwell below, while others reside in Brahmaloka. Let Mahadeva accomplish this task in the assembly of the gods.” Having spoken thus, the eternal Sanātana became silent in the sky. Hearing these words from Brahma, the lord of knowledge and best among the wise, he, together with Vishnu’s Māyā and others, composed the supreme scripture of mantras and sacred teachings. Finally, it is said: if a person touches the waters of the Ganges and then utters a falsehood, the power of truth and sanctity will surely prevail.