In a sacred region, three rivers—Ikshuka, Dhenuka, and Gabhasti—flow gracefully. These waters are remarkable, for they are untouched by disease or sorrow, free from passion and hatred. Along their banks, the four varnas—Brahmins, Kshatriyas, Vaishyas, and Shudras—live in harmonious order. Each group observes various vows and fasts, worshipping the god of gods, the radiant sun. By his grace, all who dwell here attain residence in the same celestial world. At the heart of this realm lies the Shveta island, a place wholly devoted to Narayana. Here, white men are always born, their lives dedicated to Vishnu. They are free from anger and greed, untouched by illusion and envy, their minds ever fixed on Narayana. Some recite sacred texts, others practice austerities, while many are wise and contemplative. Meditating upon the supreme sky, they focus on Vasudeva, the highest abode, and behold the supreme Brahman, known as Vishnu, who exists beyond all darkness. These beings are clothed in bright yellow garments, their chests marked by the auspicious Srivatsa. The rays that emanate from them arise through their own yoga, and they ride upon the mighty Garuda. They dwell within Vishnu himself, moving in his very essence. In this wondrous place stands the city of Narayana, adorned by Vyasa and others. The city is furnished with splendid mansions and ramparts, crowded with lofty towers, pure bedding, and decorated with a multitude of ornaments. All around, lakes resound with the music of vīṇās and flutes, and streets encircle the city, their stairways adorned with jewels. The city has four gates, is incomparable, and remains inaccessible to those who bear hatred for the gods. It is filled with those skilled in rare forms of song, their art unmatched even among the gods. Many have faces like the moon, their steps adorned with the sound of anklets. They are endowed with every kind of wealth, adorned and slender-waisted, skilled in conversation and speech, and decorated with divine ornaments. Their bodies display wondrous colors, and they delight in diverse enjoyments and pleasures. The city possesses countless pure qualities, unattainable even by the gods. At its center stands a gateway of surpassing brilliance, with high ramparts. There, Hari, the source of all worlds, lies upon the serpent Shesha, drinking the nectar of his own bliss. He is supreme, beyond all darkness. At his feet sits the daughter of the Ocean of Milk, always holding them gently. Her mind is ever fixed on him, and she too drinks the nectar of Narayana. This place is called Vaikuntha, revered even by the gods. Only this much can be spoken, for it is truly the city of Narayana. There, Narayana lies resplendent, deluding the world by his maya. At the end of each age, all beings return to him; he alone is the supreme goal. Beyond this, relying on the Ocean of Milk, there is an island encircled by a lotus. It is vast, perfectly round on all sides. Upon it stands one great mountain, divided into two by its arrangement. Here, the region called Mahavita and the land of Dhataki are known, marking the boundaries of this sacred expanse.