In the sacred mountain groves, a beautiful woman, weary from playful exertions, struck her beloved in jest. Her splendid form shone as she danced, her breasts heaving with breath. Her hair, disheveled from being pulled during water games with her lover, framed her face with tangled locks, making her resemble a lotus encircled by bees. In the lotus grove, another woman, hidden among flowers whose shapes mirrored her own eyes, was finally discovered by her lover after a long search. Having bathed and feeling the cool touch of water, a woman spoke eagerly, embracing her beloved and fulfilling a desire long held within her heart. Clad in a fine, wet garment that clung to her limbs, she smiled brightly, stirring passion in all who beheld her. With a garland around her neck, drawn by her lover in the water, her necklace broke and fell, causing her to laugh joyfully for a long time. Bent over, scratched on her knee by a friend, one woman was startled and sought refuge with her lover, remaining close to him for a while. Another, having made her back wet as water was poured onto her hair, sat upon a stone slab and was seen by her husband, whose eyes were full of longing. Some women, their garlands torn and breasts smeared with saffron transferred from their lovers, appeared as if they had just finished amorous play, and the lake’s waters sparkled in their presence. Janardana, the god, was seen there, honored by groups of Gandharvas and celestial women, having bathed splendidly. Elsewhere, the king observed women in vine-houses, adorning their bodies and absorbed in thoughts of their beloveds. One woman, busy with a mirror in her hand, listened to her lover’s words delivered by a messenger, and her beauty shone all the more. Another, hurried by her messenger, was so absorbed in love that she rearranged her ornaments without awareness of what she was doing. In a meadow of blue grass, fragrant with clusters of flowers stirred by the wind, a woman was seen drinking mairea wine. A beautiful woman herself 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 told by her beloved, “You yourself have surely drunk them both,” she realized her innocence and became bashful. A woman with beautiful brows drank the remaining drink, offered by her beloved, rich in special flavor, which heightened passion. In these gatherings, the eminent king heard various songs sung by the women, their voices blended with the tones of stringed instruments. At twilight, these women, accompanied by many instruments, danced before Janardana, the god of gods. When a watch of the night had passed, the women and their beloveds left the cave’s entrance and dwelled together in a cave adorned with great splendor. The cave was filled with fragrant creepers, scented with many aromas, furnished with wondrous beds and decorated with heaps of flowers. Witnessing the playful activities of the apsarases on the mountain, the great king performed austerities, his mind devoted to Keśava. 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 any boon your heart desires; take them and return home, or remain here 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.” Thus addressed, King Pururavas replied, “So be it,” and remained there happily for a month, worshipping Janardana. The king was always dear to the Gandharvas and apsarases, and the people were pleased by his conduct, free from greed. At the end of the bright fortnight of Phalguna, King Pururavas heard in a dream the auspicious words of the god of gods: “When this night-watch has passed, you will meet Atri. After meeting him, you will accomplish your purpose.” Having seen this vision, the royal sage, possessing Indra’s valor, bathed at dawn according to the rites, with his senses controlled. Having fulfilled his purpose and worshipped Janardana as he wished, the king saw the sage Atri directly, the repository of austerities. The righteous king reported his dream of the Lord of gods, then heard the words spoken by the deities: “So it is, O king—there is no need for further deliberation; having thus obtained the grace of Janardana, Lord of gods—” The king, having worshipped the gods and offered oblations into the sacred fire, attained all his desires by the boon granted from Keshava. To the north of that hermitage, frequented by the enemy of Tripura, stands a mountain adorned with peaks of various jewels and wish-fulfilling trees. In the midst of the Himalayas, upon its back, rises the mountain called Kailāsa, where the illustrious Kubera dwells with the Guhyakas. Unhindered by apsaras, the king of Alakā delights there; at the foot of Kailāsa arises the holy, pure, and cool water. There is a lake named Mandodaka, whose waters resemble milk and curds; from it flows the divine and auspicious river Mandākinī. On its bank lies the divine Nandana, a great forest, and to the northeast of Kailāsa stands the divine Saugandhika mountain.