Elsewhere, the king beheld vine-covered houses where women adorned themselves, their thoughts wholly absorbed in their beloveds. In one such bower, a woman sat with a mirror in her hand, her beauty shining even brighter as she listened to a message from her lover, delivered by a faithful messenger. Another woman, urged along by her own messenger, was so lost in the depths of love that as she rearranged her ornaments, she scarcely realized what she was doing. In a meadow of blue grass, fragrant with clusters of flowers stirred by the gentle wind, the king saw a woman enjoying mairea wine. One beautiful woman herself served her beloved with drink, while another, graceful in form, drank eagerly from her lover’s own hand. There was one who, after drinking milk perfumed with blue lotuses and casting playful glances at her lover, teasingly asked, “Where have you gone, my lotus?” When her lover replied, “You yourself have surely drunk them both,” she realized her innocent mistake and became bashful, her innocence shining through. Another woman, whose brows were beautifully arched, drank the remainder of a special, passion-stirring drink offered by her beloved. In these festive gatherings, the king—an eminent man—listened to a variety of songs sung by the women, their voices blending with the melodies of stringed instruments. As twilight fell, these women, accompanied by many kinds of instruments, danced before Janardana, the god of gods. When a watch of the night had passed, the women left the entrance of the cave and, together with their beloveds, entered a splendidly adorned cavern. This cave was filled with creepers of many fragrances, its air perfumed with countless scents, and its chambers furnished with wondrous beds and heaps of flowers. Thus, as the great king witnessed the playful sports of the apsarases upon the mountain, he devoted his mind to austerities, his heart fixed upon Keśava. At that time, groups of Gandharvas and apsarases approached him and said, “O subduer of foes, you have reached this land, which is like heaven itself. We shall grant you whatever boons your heart desires—accept them and return home, or remain here if you wish. All of us are blessed with unfailing vision, and you, O powerful one, may also grant a boon today, having received favor from Madhusudana.” When thus addressed, King Pururavas replied, “So be it,” and stayed there joyfully for a month, worshipping Janardana. The king was beloved by both Gandharvas and apsarases, and all the people were pleased with his conduct, for he was 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. O king, after meeting him, you will accomplish your purpose.” Upon awakening, the royal sage—valiant as Indra—bathed at dawn according to sacred rites and controlled his senses. Having fulfilled his purpose and worshipped Janardana as he wished, the king saw the sage Atri directly, the very repository of austerities. The righteous king recounted his dream of the Lord of gods to Atri, and then heard the words spoken by the deities: “So it is, O king—there is no need for further deliberation. Having obtained the grace of Janardana, Lord of gods—” The king, after worshipping the gods and offering oblations into the sacred fire, attained all his desires by the boon granted from Keshava. To the north of that hermitage, often visited by the destroyer of Tripura, stands a mountain adorned with peaks of many jewels and wish-fulfilling trees. Amidst the Himalayas, on its back, rises the mountain called Kailāsa, where the illustrious Kubera dwells with the Guhyakas. There, unhindered by apsarases, the king of Alakā delights; at the foot of Kailāsa flows holy, pure, and cool water. Here lies the lake named Mandodaka, whose waters are like milk and curds, and from which flows the divine and auspicious river Mandākinī. On its banks is the divine Nandana forest, vast and splendid; to the northeast of Kailāsa stands the sacred Saugandhika mountain. There is the brilliant Suvela mountain, made of all metals, and facing it, the Chandraprabha mountain, shining white like a precious gem. Nearby is the renowned and divine lake Acchoda, from which flows the pure and auspicious river Acchodakā. On its bank lies the great and sacred Caitraratha forest; here, on the mountain, dwells Maṇibhadra with his followers. The fierce commander of the Yakṣas, surrounded by Guhyakas, resides there, and the holy Mandākinī river of pure waters flows through this land. In the very center of the earth, where the great ocean enters, to the southeast of Kailāsa, is the mountain Śiva, filled with every kind of herb. There stands the splendid Suvela mountain, red as cinnabar, and facing it, the Sūryaprabha mountain, its golden peaks glowing red. At its foot is a great and divine red lake, from which flows the mighty and holy river Lauhitya. On its bank lies a sorrowless and divine forest, vast and beautiful; upon this mountain resides the Yakṣa Maṇidhara, who is self-controlled and surrounded by gentle, virtuous Guhyakas. To the northwest of Kailāsa is the mountain Kakudman, rich in medicinal herbs. On Kakudman is the origin of Rudra and the birth of Kakudmin. There, too, is the mountain named Añjana, and the three-peaked mountain Trikakuda. Thus unfolds the wondrous realm, filled with sacred mountains, divine waters, and the play of celestial beings, all witnessed by the devoted and noble king.