At the appointed time, the creator brings forth all things, and the protector preserves them according to their due season. The Lord, who is beyond nature itself, stands as the origin of Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, and all the gods; as creator, protector, and destroyer, He acts always, fulfilling each role in perfect measure. When the moment arrives, this very Lord fashions nature by His own will, shaping the world as He desires. From Brahma, the creator, down to the smallest blade of grass, all that exists is but an artificial creation, brought forth by His power. Thus, one should worship the true, supreme Brahman—Radha’s Lord—who stands beyond the three qualities of nature. He creates water from water, and sustains water with water, demonstrating His wondrous mastery. By His command, the wind blows, swift and unceasing. With each passing moment, Indra sends rain, and death moves among creatures, fulfilling its appointed task. The root of death is time, and the root of time is the supreme Lord of Yama. Therefore, seek refuge in Krishna, the destroyer of the destroyer, for He alone grants liberation. In the midst of these reflections, the questions arise: Who am I? Who are you? And what is this fate by which we were joined long ago? Those who are ignorant, fearful in sorrow and adversity, are not wise; but you, beloved, will certainly attain Narayana, the Lord of all, your cherished one. You were obtained by me through austerity and by the boon of Brahma. In Vṛndāvana, you will attain Govinda in Goloka, the highest realm. There, you will see me, and I will see you constantly. I will return there again; why should I grieve, dear one? Listen: after leaving the body and assuming a divine form, you will attain Hari. Do not be anxious, beloved. She slept peacefully on a beautiful bed, adorned with flowers and sandalwood paste. Jeweled lamps illuminated the chamber, where the jewel among women, a lady of exquisite beauty, rested. Placing his beloved—who was weeping, greatly distressed, slender-waisted, fasting, and immersed in an ocean of sorrow—upon his chest, he awakened her again with divine knowledge, being awakened himself. He bestowed upon her that supreme gift which removes all sorrow. With hearts lightened, they played joyfully, considering all as exceedingly transient. Their bodies were covered with goosebumps, and in their solitude, the two fainted, overcome by emotion. Thus, they became as one body, like Ardhanārīśvara, the divine union of Shiva and Shakti. The king regarded her as dearer than his own life, as the sovereign of his very breath. Well adorned and motionless from blissful union, both exceedingly charming, they spoke delightful, divine words, laughing together for a moment. They enjoyed betel together, each offering it to the other, and served each other with great affection, waving white chowries. For a moment, they engaged in playful sport, filled with the essence of emotion. Always victorious, the two were never defeated, even for a moment. Then, Nārāyaṇa spoke: Rising at the brāhma-muhūrta from a delightful bed adorned with flowers, he left his nightly resting place and bathed in auspicious water. He performed his daily rites as prescribed, offering reverence to his chosen guru. He possessed the finest jewels, the best gems, excellent garments, and gold. Whatever priceless jewel there was—pearls, rubies, or diamonds—he had them all. He had the best of elephants, the best of horses, and charming cows. A thousand treasuries and three hundred thousand cities were his. He made his son the lord of kings, shining gloriously among the Dānavas. Thus, the story unfolds, revealing the grandeur of the Lord’s creation, the depth of divine love, and the glory bestowed upon those who seek refuge in Him.