Bhṛgu, steadfast in his virtue, invoked the power of truth. He declared, “If I have truly known or practiced righteousness in full, by that truth may you live; if I speak the truth.” With these words, he sprinkled his beloved with cool water and spoke: “Live!” At that very moment, the goddess was revived, as if awakened from a deep sleep. All beings, witnessing this wondrous event, rejoiced and cried out, “Excellent, excellent!” in every direction. Thus, before the eyes of the gods, Bhṛgu restored the goddess to life—a marvel to all. Yet, while Bhṛgu remained calm and unshaken, Indra, king of the gods, found no peace. He feared Kāvya, for the sage was engaged in terrible austerities. Troubled, Indra stayed vigilant and spoke to his daughter, Jayantī. With wise reflection, he said, “Kāvya is performing a dreadful vow against his enemies. Because of this, O daughter, I am greatly disturbed by the wise Bhṛgu’s power.” He instructed her, “Go, fulfill your task with pleasant acts that relieve his fatigue. Serve him with every attention that delights his mind, tirelessly. Honor Kāvya so that the twice-born sage is pleased. You have been given to him; make every effort for my sake.” Jayantī accepted her father’s command and went to where Kāvya stood, immersed in fierce austerity. She saw him drinking smoke, his head bowed, enduring the blows of a yakṣa, and being drenched by water from a vessel. Despite these afflictions, Kāvya remained steadfast, absorbed in meditation, weak in body but radiant in glory. Jayantī, following her father’s wishes, attended to him faithfully. She served him with pleasing words and sweet praise, gently massaging and comforting his body at the proper times, and observing all the practices suited to his vow. In this way, Jayantī cared for Kāvya for many years. At last, after a thousand years, the dreadful vow of smoke was completed. Pleased, Kāvya offered Jayantī a boon of her choosing. He said, “This vow has been performed by you alone, by no other. Therefore, through your austerity, wisdom, learning, strength, and energy, you alone will surpass all the gods. Whatever you desire, O Brāhmaṇa, O son of Bhṛgu, is yours. You will attain all that you wish, and it shall not be revealed to anyone. Thus, you will become supreme over all, O best of the twice-born.” Having granted these boons to Bhārgava, Bhava—the great lord—bestowed upon him again lordship over beings, lordship over wealth, and invulnerability. Filled with joy at these blessings, Kāvyā offered a divine hymn to Maheśvara, standing sideways as he praised the blue-red one. He sang praises: “Homage to Śitikaṇṭha, the youngest and radiant one, the sage of the Kāvyas, the year, the lord of Soma. Salutations to the matted-haired, the fierce, the tawny-eyed, the granter of boons, the holy, the god of gods, the swift. To the turbaned, the beautiful-faced, the manifold-formed, the creator, the one whose seed is wealth, to Rudra, the austere, the one of variegated garments—salutations. “To the short, the loose-haired, the commander, the red one, the sage, the royal tree, the one who delights in serpents—salutations. To the thousand-headed, the thousand-eyed, the generous, the boon-giver, the one of auspicious form, the white one, the person—salutations. “To the lord of mountains, to the sun, to the strong, to the drinker of clarified butter, the well-satisfied, the well-clad, the archer, the Bhārgava—salutations. To the sword-bearer, the star, the beautiful-eyed, the ascetic, the copper-colored, the terrible, the fierce, the auspicious—salutations. “To the great god, to Śarva, the all-formed and auspicious, the golden one, the most excellent, the eldest, and the middle—salutations. To the lord of the dwelling, the Pināka-bearer, the liberator, the solitary, the deer-hunter, the skilled, the steadfast, the terrible—salutations. “To the many-eyed, the bearer, the three-eyed lord, the skull-bearer, the heroic, death, the three-eyed one—salutations. To the tawny, the spotted, the reddish-brown, the red, the Pināka-bearer, the swift, the variegated, the red—salutations. “To the drum, the one-footed, the unborn, the giver of wisdom, the forest-dweller, the householder, the ascetic, the celibate—salutations. To Sāṃkhya, to Yoga, to the all-pervading, the initiated, the unstruck, to Śarva, the lord of the auspicious, to Yama—salutations. “To the restrainer, the wise, the best among Brahmins, the great sage, the four-footed, the pure, the protector, the swift-moving—salutations. To the crested, the fierce, the tusked, the creator of the universe, the shining, the renowned, the blazing, the wise—salutations. “To the cruel, the unchanging, the terrible, the auspicious, the gentle, the chief, the righteous, the blessed—salutations. Salutations to the one who is invulnerable, immortal, eternal, everlasting, ever-engaged, distinguished, the witness of the Bharatas. “To the protector, the patient one, the truthful, the immortal, the doer, the wielder of the axe, the bearer of the trident, the one with divine sight. To the drinker of soma, the offerer of oblations, the consumer of smoke and heat, the pure one, the one who is clothed, the one born instantly, to death itself. “To the eater of flesh, the all-encompassing, the cloud, the lightning, the withdrawn, the most excellent, the filled, the one with the starry mane. To the destroyer of the three cities, the holy ford, the crooked, the hairy, the one with sharp weapons, the explainer, the well-accomplished, to Pulastya. “To the radiant, the fierce, the abundant, the bull, the observer of vows, the one who is yoked, the pure, the one whose seed is upward—salutations.” Thus, Kāvyā, filled with devotion and gratitude, praised Maheśvara, the great lord, celebrating his countless forms and infinite qualities.