Once, there was a youthful maiden, radiant with beauty and the freshness of youth, adorned with her own exquisite ornaments. She found deep fulfillment and joy in the service she rendered, her heart overflowing with delight from her loving devotion. It was prescribed that one should serve her with careful attention, always at the proper times, for such service was the path set forth for those who sought refuge. O lord of sages, thus was this means declared. Then you, O Nārada, once again approached the great Sadāśiva with questions. Meditating in the enchanting groves of Vṛndāvana, along the serene banks of the Yamunā, it was revealed that one should recite the thousand names known as the 'Yugala,' O great sage. These names extol the elder wielder of the mace, the deluder of Kaṃsa and his servants, the one praised by his mother and meditated upon by Śiva, the divine child who split the waters of the Yamunā. He is the playful child, lotus-eyed, the joy of Gokula, the Lord who destroyed the demon Baka and granted him liberation—Viṣṇu, Hari, Padmanābha, Hṛṣīkeśa—the ever-playful younger boy. He is the beloved son of Yaśodā, adored and served by multitudes of sages, the Lord of Lakṣmī, chief of the Yadus, slayer of Mura, and destroyer of Madhu. In Bṛhadvana, he performed wondrous pastimes as the illustrious son of Nanda, seated in great majesty. His face encompasses the three worlds, his eyes and hands like lotuses, and his very presence brings delight. He is the overseer of all beings, even of Shiva and Dharma, the great Lord himself. He holds the hands of the gopīs and is deeply beloved by the cowherd boys. He delights in the courtyards of the gopīs' homes, ever auspicious and celebrated in noble verses. Surrounded by children and monkeys, his wide eyes sparkle as he flees in playful sport. He is Damodara, whose true nature is immeasurable, filled with compassion and deep affection for his devotees. He breaks the mighty trees, dispels sorrow, and liberates the son of the wealth-giver. He stirs up joyful tumult in Vraja, ever increasing the happiness of its people. As the tender of calves and their lord, he is also the ornament of the cowherds’ wives. Clad in yellow garments, adorned with a golden garland, jewels, and pearls, he is the destroyer of the chief of the calf-demons and the annihilator of the demon Baka. He is the primordial one, the giver of himself, the constant companion, who dines on the banks of the Yamunā, eating food from his own palm and enjoying branches laden with condiments. He wears a crown of peacock feathers and a garland of forest flowers. His beauty surpasses millions of Cupids, and his makara earrings shine brilliantly. His depth is as vast as millions of oceans; he is the destroyer of Time and eternally auspicious, like Shiva. He creates millions of universes and dispels even Brahma’s delusion. He instructs in the worship of mountains and heroically lifts the Govardhana hill. He is Govinda, bathed in all sacred waters, the protector of cows. He slew Dhenuka, defeated Pralamba, and crushed the bull-demon. Ever the protector of cowherds and cows, he quenched the consuming forest fire. He accepted the food offered by the wives of sages, humbling the pride of those sages. He freed the Gandharva from his curse and took the head of Shankhachuda. Protector of all, universally invoked, he is the heart’s desire of all the gopīs. He is the taster of the essence of the rāsa dance, the connoisseur of delight, and the beloved of Rādhikā.