I bow to that exalted goddess, the daughter of the mountain lord, who transcends all qualities and limitations. I offer my reverence at her lotus feet, venerated by both gods and demons alike. Even the mighty lord of the demons praised her, and in her boundless compassion, she accepted Andhaka as her own son. By the permission of Śambhu, the supreme lord, Andhaka journeyed to the netherworld. In that realm, Hari—the unmanifest, the eternal—remained present, manifesting as the formidable Narasiṃha. There, the blessed Kālāgni Rudra, uniting his very Self with the cosmic Self, became one with the divine. Hungering for sustenance, they bowed before Mahadeva, the wielder of the trident, and spoke: “We shall devour the three worlds; only then will our hunger be appeased.” With this resolve, they began to consume all that existed—beings that moved and those that did not, the entirety of the three worlds. Witnessing this, Narayana, the divine one, engaged in deep contemplation, and Hari instantly manifested. He appealed, “O Lord, quickly protect the three worlds, for they are yours.” Responding, they approached Mahadeva and Narasiṃha, the fierce form of Hari. There, they surrendered their powers to Śambhu, to Bhairava, whose energy knows no bounds. In a single moment, the mothers and the great serpent Shesha became one, unified in their essence. Mahadeva declared, “Those who remember me here must be carefully protected.” Born from a portion of Maheshvara, the goddess bestows both worldly enjoyment and ultimate liberation. Her form is imbued with both tamas and rajas, and the god of gods, Brahma, is four-faced. At the end of the aeon, Rudra will consume the entire universe, drawing all back into himself. Yet, when sattva prevails, he always restores and establishes the whole world anew. The root nature, which is unmanifest, is known as eternal bliss. In their distress, all sought refuge in Mahadeva and in Hari himself, recognizing the immeasurable greatness of Bhairava, the god of gods, whose energy is boundless. Once, there was a king named Virocana, who was the son of Prahlada. He governed the three worlds, both moving and unmoving, upholding righteousness in all his actions. One day, the venerable sage Sanatkumara, renowned for his wisdom, arrived at Virocana’s city. Rising with respect, the king bowed low, joining his palms in reverence, and addressed the sage: “Today, the lord of yogis himself, a true knower of Brahman, has graced us. O son of Brahma, tell me—what task should I perform?” Sanatkumara replied, “I have come to see you. Truly, you are most fortunate. Among all the beings in the three worlds, there is none as righteous as you. O best of those who know Brahman, tell me: what is the supreme dharma among all dharmas? What is the most secret, the unsurpassed knowledge of the Self?” Entrusting his kingdom to his own son, Virocana devoted himself entirely to the practice of yoga. His heart was steadfast in Brahman and righteousness, and through his spiritual might, he even conquered Purandara, the king of the gods. Defeated, Purandara sought refuge with Vishnu, the imperishable lord. In his heart, Virocana wished: “May my son be born for the destruction of the lords of the Daityas.” The gods, in turn, sought refuge in Vishnu, the unmanifest protector and the eternal shelter—Hari himself. Vasudeva, without beginning or end, pure bliss and the essence of all-pervading space, revealed himself. Hari, the very Self of yoga, appeared before the goddess, his mother. Filled with fulfillment and joy, she began to praise Keshava, expressing her gratitude and devotion.