With deep reverence, the goddess bowed before the Lord, acknowledging that most beings do not truly understand His supreme nature. She worshipped Him as the Lord of all, whose essence is beyond all proof and who stands as the eternal witness of knowledge. She recalled how, from His thighs, the Vaiśya arose, and from His feet, the Śūdra was born. From His mouth came Agni and Indra, and from His breath, Vāyu was manifested. Again and again, she offered salutations to Him, who is endowed with six limbs. She recognized Him as Agni, Nirṛti, Varuṇa, and also the Sun itself. The mountains, Siddhas, Gandharvas, rivers, earth, and oceans—she saw all these as His forms, for in truth, all forms are His. Therefore, she prayed that there may always be salutations to Him. With heartfelt devotion, she pleaded, “O Janārdana, protect my sons who are afflicted by the Daityas.” Her palms were joined in supplication, and her breasts were wet with tears of joy as she spoke. She asked the Lord to grant unblemished prosperity to her sons, the dwellers of heaven, and questioned, “O Lord of Śrī, what is unknown to You? Why do You test me, O Master?” She confessed her plight: “O Lord of the gods, I am childless, oppressed by the Daityas. After slaying them, grant prosperity to my sons.” The wise Lord spoke, gladdening the mother of the gods with respect. He told her, “O goddess, affection for sons is rare among those who are rivals. Their supreme prosperity and children never diminish at any time. He does not experience grief for his children; this is the eternal law. He is the cause of all, the lord of all, with countless universes as his pores.” The goddess wondered, “How can I, O Lord of lords, sustain you, O Master? How can I, O God, sustain you, the Supreme Person? How can that divine one be freed, O God, who is worthy of birth among mortals? Likewise, who indeed knows your actions, O Lord of the universe? I contemplate only you, O God; do as you wish.” Having granted her fearlessness, the mother of the gods spoke further. She said, “Still, O auspicious one, listen—I will tell you a secret even more hidden. Those who are ever free from envy and deceit always bear me. Those attached to hearing my stories indeed always bear me. Even women, O goddess, who have abandoned pride, always bear me. Whoever acts for the welfare of others always bears me. Those who are always devoted to the welfare of the world always bear me. Those who are not lustful toward other women always bear me. Those who are devoted to protecting cows always bear me. Those who give food and water always bear me.” She promised, “Having obtained the status of your son, I shall fulfill your desire.” Giving the garland that was around her neck and granting fearlessness, she disappeared. Having bowed to the beloved of Lakshmi, she returned again to her own abode. At the appointed time, she gave birth to a son who was honored by all the worlds. He held a pot of nectar and rice, and was called Vamana. Adorned with all ornaments, wearing yellow garments, he was Hari himself.