Where the sun shines, darkness cannot remain. In the same way, when the light of wisdom is present, ignorance is dispelled. On the serene banks of that sacred lake, as instructed by the noble sage Aurva, the devoted woman performed the prescribed rites with deep faith. After completing her worship, she bowed reverently to the illustrious Aurva, and by his grace, she attained the supreme abode. It is indeed true that those who are cherished by the great and wise reach the highest state. If a virtuous soul beholds such a one, he too attains the supreme path. O Nārada, together with her co-wife, she served the sage with devotion, and both rendered daily service with sincere hearts. Yet, over time, her mind became troubled, tainted with jealousy at her co-wife’s prosperity. Meanwhile, Gara, though powerful, did not display his own strength, choosing instead to remain engaged in humble service to the sages. The acts he performed were shaped by the remnants of his worn-out merit. He served at the proper time, free from faults, attentive and pure in intention. But is there any lasting happiness for those who perform virtuous deeds among men? All such merit, however great, is swiftly outshone by service to great souls. Even a mere fraction of cold ashes, if accepted by Śambhu, brings immense blessing. Thus, here and hereafter, O lord of obstacles, the virtuous are always most worthy of reverence. Gara, his strength spent, entered the womb, and after three months, an astonishing event occurred. The birth rites were performed, and the child was named Sagara. The venerable sage Aurva carried out the rituals of the first shaving and the investiture with the sacred thread. As Sagara grew, showing both capability and the innocence of childhood, the sage Aurva properly instructed him in wisdom and duty. Every day, Sagara brought darbha grass, flowers, and other offerings, serving with humility and joined palms. Eager to learn, Sagara spoke respectfully, "Tell me all of this, for I long to hear." He expressed his sorrow, saying, “Those who are deprived of their father in this world, though living, are like the dead. One who has neither mother nor father knows no happiness. The birth of a sonless man is in vain, as is that of one burdened by debt. Just as a woman without a husband, so is a child without a father. Just as a merchant without cattle, so is a child deprived of his father. Just as austerity without compassion, so is a child without his father. Just as a horse is without a bridle, so is a child without his father. Thus, a son bereft of his father is afflicted with much sorrow.” When asked, the sage recounted everything to Sagara just as it had happened. Hearing this, Sagara made a solemn vow to destroy his enemies. Having been sent forth, he set out together with the sage Aurva. He approached his family preceptor, the great Vasiṣṭha, filled with affection and respect. Sagara presented everything to him, and the wise Vasiṣṭha, perceiving all with his vision of knowledge, understood the situation. By the sage’s grace, Sagara received a sword, hard as a thunderbolt, and a mighty bow. Honored with blessings, Sagara bowed and set out at once. With valor, he sent his enemies, along with their sons, grandsons, and followers, to heaven. Some were destroyed, terrified; others, overwhelmed by fear, fled away. Thus, Sagara fulfilled his vow, guided by the wisdom and blessings of the great sages.