The imperishable son of Devakī, Śrī Kṛṣṇa, dwelt joyfully with Rukmiṇī upon the splendid terrace of his divine mansion. Their happiness was radiant, and together they delighted in each other's company, much like Nārāyaṇa and Śrī, their love praised by sages and even the hosts of gods in heaven. Day after day, Janārdana, the eternal one, resided in the beautiful city of Dvāravatī, his heart filled with happiness. Thus concludes the chapter called "The Story of Rukmiṇī's Marriage in the Life of Śrī Kṛṣṇa," as recounted in the dialogue between Umā and Maheśvara, within the Uttarakhaṇḍa of the glorious Padma Mahāpurāṇa. Then Śrī Rudra spoke of Kṛṣṇa's other wives. Satyā, the illustrious daughter of Satrājit, born as a portion of the earth, became Kṛṣṇa's wife. Vaivasvatī, greatly fortunate and known as Kāliṃdī, was his third wife, appearing as a portion of Līlā. Janārdana also married Mitraviṃdā, the daughter of Viṃda and Anuviṃda, whose smile was pure and who stood in her own svayaṃvara. With remarkable valor, Kṛṣṇa bound seven proud bulls with a single rope to claim Mitraviṃdā, whose bride-price was his strength; she was lotus-eyed. Satrājit, the king, possessed a wondrous jewel called Syamantaka, which he gave to his younger brother Prasena, a man of great soul. One day, Madhusūdana requested that excellent jewel, but Prasena, speaking forcefully to Vāsudeva, refused, saying, "The jewel always produces lost gold; therefore, I must not give this Syamantaka to anyone." Understanding Prasena’s intention, Kṛṣṇa remained silent. Later, Kṛṣṇa went hunting with all the foremost Yadus. They entered the great forest, with Prasena and other mighty men among them; thousands followed, each eager to hunt. Prasena, however, wandered alone deep into the forest, where a lion attacked, killed him, and seized the Syamantaka jewel. The mighty lion was then slain by Jāmbavat, who took the jewel and swiftly entered his cave, attended by celestial women. When the sun had set, Vāsudeva and his followers saw the moon rise on the fourth night and returned to Dvārakā. Soon, rumors spread among the townspeople. They whispered, "Govinda has killed Prasena in the forest under the pretense of hunting," and, "He took the excellent Syamantaka jewel without suspicion." Hearing these words, Hari, out of concern for being misunderstood by the ignorant, returned to the forest with the Yadus and showed them Prasena, slain by the lion. Having purified himself, Kṛṣṇa stationed the great army there and, alone, bearing his Śārṅga bow and mace, entered the dense forest. He found a great cave and entered, uncertain of what lay within. Inside, in a pure house illuminated by excellent jewels, the nurse of Jāmbavat's son was playfully placing the child in a swing, holding the jewel at the front and joyfully rocking and singing. She soothed the child, saying, "The lion killed Prasena, and the lion was slain by Jāmbavat. O gentle child, do not weep; this is indeed your Syamantaka." Hearing this, the valiant Vāsudeva blew his conch, and at its mighty sound, Jāmbavat emerged. A fierce battle erupted between them, lasting ten days without interruption, their fists hard as thunderbolts, terrifying to all beings. Observing Kṛṣṇa's growing strength and his own waning power, Jāmbavat recalled the earlier words of the Supreme Soul: "This is Rāma himself, descended here again for the protection of righteousness; my master has come to fulfill my heart's desire." Realizing this, the lord of the bears ceased fighting, joined his palms in wonder, and addressed Govinda, "Who are you?" Śauri stopped the battle and spoke in a deep voice: "I am the son of Vasudeva, called Vāsudeva. You have taken my jewel, known as Syamantaka, quite fearlessly; therefore, return it to me quickly, or else you will meet your death." Hearing these words, Jāmbavat was delighted. He bowed in reverence and humbly addressed Keśava: "I am blessed, I have achieved my purpose by seeing you, O Lord; I am your servant from a former birth, O son of Devakī. O Govinda, you have accomplished the battle that was previously desired. This battle, O Lord, which I undertook out of delusion, was in fact done by you. Therefore, O Lord of the universe, ocean of compassion, eternal one, may you forgive it." Having spoken thus, Jāmbavat bowed repeatedly, seated the Lord with reverence upon a throne adorned with jewels, washed the lotus-like feet of the descendant of Yadu with pure water, and worshipped him according to the rite of madhuparka. He honored Kṛṣṇa with divine garments and ornaments, and then gave his beautiful daughter, Jambavati, in marriage to him, along with the Syamantaka jewel and other foremost gems. There, after marrying Jambavati, the slayer of enemy heroes delighted and, out of affection, granted supreme liberation to Jāmbavat. With joy, Kṛṣṇa took his new bride and departed from the cave, returning to the city of Dvārakā. The best of the Yadus, Kṛṣṇa, gave the Syamantaka jewel to Satrajit, and bestowed another excellent gem upon his own daughter.