In the enchanting mountain groves, King Pururavas wandered, his senses drawn to the lively scenes around him. Though he observed the playful activities of those gathering flowers and delighting in their games, his mind was elsewhere; he did not truly perceive their joy. Within this vibrant setting, a woman, absorbed in picking flowers, found herself entangled in a lattice of vines. Her companions had moved on, and her beloved had left her behind. Nearby, another woman, fragrant with the scent of lotuses, attracted bees with her sighs. Her troubled face was relieved when her beloved freed her from the bees’ attention. Elsewhere, a woman’s eyes were obscured by honey-laden bees, her gaze hidden by the breath of her beloved. Another, radiant and beautiful, gathered flowers and offered them to her beloved. He adorned her with the very flowers she had collected, weaving them into a crown that made her shine. Some women wove their own garlands and, crowned by their beloveds, felt fulfilled, their passion deepening. In a secluded grove, a creeper bearing exceptional blossoms was led away in secret by her eager lover. Others, searching for flowers among the creepers entwined by their beloveds, considered themselves superior to all in virtue. Some saw the king among the lotuses, separately playing with the Gandharvas and divine, charming women. One woman, smiling brightly, struck her beloved with water; when he returned the playful gesture, she felt immense joy. Another, beautiful and weary, struck her beloved and danced with breath, her form splendid and her breasts heaving. A woman’s hair became disheveled after water-play with her beloved, her face adorned with tangled locks, shining like a lotus surrounded by bees. In the lotus grove, another woman hid herself among flowers resembling her own eyes. After a long search, her lover finally found her. Having bathed and feeling the coolness, a woman eagerly embraced her lover, fulfilling her long-held desire. Another, wearing a fine, wet garment that clung to her limbs, smiled brightly, arousing passion in those present. One woman, with a garland around her neck, was drawn by her lover in the water; as her necklace broke and fell, she laughed for a long time. Bent over and scratched on the knee by a friend, a startled woman sought refuge with her lover, remaining close to him. Another, after making her back wet with water poured on her hair, sat on a stone slab and was seen by her husband, his eyes full of desire. Garlands torn and breasts smeared with transferred saffron, as if after amorous play, the water of the lake shone with their beauty. The god Janardana was seen, honored by groups of Gandharvas and celestial women, having bathed splendidly. Elsewhere, Pururavas saw women in vine-houses, adorning their bodies, their minds absorbed in thoughts of their beloveds. One woman, busy with a mirror in hand, listened to words from her lover delivered by a messenger, and shone all the more. Another, hurried by her messenger, was so absorbed in love that, while rearranging her ornaments, she was unaware of what she was doing. In a meadow of blue grass, fragrant with clusters of flowers stirred by the wind, one woman drank mairea wine. A beautiful woman served her beloved with drink, while another, of lovely form, drank what her lover offered her with his own hand. One woman, after drinking milk adorned with blue lotuses and glancing playfully, asked her lover, “Where have you gone, my lotus?” When he told her, “You yourself have surely drunk them both,” she realized her innocence and became greatly bashful. A woman of beautiful brows drank the remaining drink, offered by her beloved, rich in special flavor, which increased her passion. In these drinking gatherings, Pururavas heard various songs from the women, blended with the tones of stringed instruments. At twilight, the women, accompanied by many instruments, danced before Janardana, the god of gods. When a watch of the night had passed, they left the cave’s entrance and, together with their beloveds, entered a cave adorned with great splendor. It was filled with creepers of various fragrances, furnished with diverse and wondrous beds, and decorated with heaps of flowers. Witnessing the playful joys of the apsarases on the mountain, Pururavas devoted his mind to Keśava and performed austerities. Then, groups of Gandharvas and apsarases approached him, saying, “O subduer of foes, you have reached this land, equal to heaven. We will grant you the boons your heart desires; take them and return home, or remain here again if you wish. All of you are blessed with unfailing vision, and you, O powerful one, may grant a boon today, receiving favor from Madhusudana.” When thus addressed, King Pururavas replied, “So be it,” and remained happily for a month, worshipping Janardana. He was always dear to the Gandharvas and apsarases, and the people rejoiced in his conduct, which was free from greed. At the end of the bright fortnight of Phalguna, King Pururavas heard in a dream the auspicious words of that very god of gods: “When this night-watch has passed, you will meet Atri; O king, after meeting him, you will accomplish your purpose.