A seeker approached me, yearning for refuge, and through his surrender, I was blessed with auspicious grace. Driven by profound curiosity, he asked how Hari, the Lord, ought to be worshipped, and by what means. He implored me to share all I knew, for his desire to learn was supreme. I told him that Viṣṇu, the soul of all beings, grants liberation to those who take refuge in him. He must be worshipped with a mind free from desire—only then is the worship true. When Viṣṇu had been worshipped by heroes and other devotees, O brāhmaṇas, he returned to his own abode. Through sacrifice, they honored Rudra, the imperishable one, who is attainable only by sacrifice and is himself free from desire. Gautama, Atri, and Agastya were all devoted to Rudra. Rudra himself facilitated sacrifices for Janārdana, the primeval god and origin of all beings. When the blessed Lord appeared, it was as if a wondrous miracle had manifested. Freed from all sin, the devotee ascends to the world of Viṣṇu. In the lineage, there was a woman who bore a hundred sons, famed as the Tālavaṅghas. Others, beginning with Vṛṣa, were Yādavas, renowned for their virtuous deeds. Madhu, too, had a hundred sons, and among them, Vṛṣaṇa became the head of the family. His son Durjaya was skilled in every branch of knowledge, and his wife was devoted to him, upholding her own duty faithfully. One day, they beheld the goddess Urvaśī, her sweet voice enchanting all as she sang. After some time, Durjaya spoke to her, saying, “O goddess, you should make love with me.” He enjoyed her company for a long while, as if she were another god of love. Smiling, Urvaśī said, “I will go to the delightful city. Affection has arisen in me; I must stay for another year. I will return here again; you should grant me permission for that. Until then, you must not make love with any other apsaras.” Afterwards, Durjaya went to his devoted wife, but fear overcame him. Seeing his anxiety, his wife, gentle and full-breasted, spoke kindly, “Tell me the truth of this; I will not report it to the kings.” But the king said nothing, nor did he perceive her through the vision of knowledge. Yet she warned, “If you are afraid, O great king, your kingdom will come to ruin.” Seeking guidance, Durjaya went to the sacred hermitage of Kanva and met the great sage there. Then, the mighty king set out toward the slopes of the Himalayas. Radiant in the sky, adorned with a divine garland, he fixed his mind on Urvaśī, thinking her alone worthy of his devotion. He engaged in a great battle, striving to seize the garland. Eager to see the apsaras Kalindi, he wandered over the whole earth, traversing its seven continents. He came to the foremost of mountains, Hemakuta. There, they indulged in fierce desire, adorned with a wondrous garland. Overcome by passion, Durjaya did not notice any of the mountain peaks as he journeyed onward. With divine might, he reached the world of the gods, arriving at the great Meru. Surpassing its peaks and relying on the strength of his own arms, he attained them.