Standing again and again in the midst of the vast ocean, with countless rows of feet, the devotee meditated deeply on the true nature of the radiant lord. As the sun stationed himself on the slope of the eastern mountain, veiled at sunrise and sunset, his chariot moved gloriously across the sky, tearing apart the dense masses of darkness with his shining rays. His eyes, beautiful and lotus-like, were half-closed in serene majesty, while flocks of chakravaka and swan birds seemed to form a girdle about him. The blue, charming lotuses, crowded by high-stepping bees, blossomed in his presence. Upon his lap, the spotless necklace of the shining moon rested, ever restless, as if it were a bird. So long as the green earth remained enveloped in darkness, it was unclean, but as soon as it was touched and honored by the sun’s rays, all impurity vanished. He is Vishnu, he is the moon, he is the destroyer of demons, Shanmukha, the lord of wealth, Time itself, the creator, the refuge of the mountains and Malaya, and the very fire. Beyond reproach, he is the protector of cows, the destroyer of Tripura, the burner of Kama, and the one who humbles the pride of terrifying demons. Thus, the devotee prayed, “Protect me!” He is Aditya, Bhaskara, Divakara, Saptasapti, Martanda, Surya, lord of the green horses, and Bhanu—the radiant ear-ornament of the bride of the eastern direction, the lord beloved of the Mandakini, the lamp of the world. He alone is Brahman, truth, auspiciousness, the lord of the worlds and the sky, praised by sages, and the very embodiment of the universe. With hands joined on his head like a budding lotus, Arjuna praised the Sun with devotion, saying, “Salutations to Savitr, the sole eye of the world, the cause of creation, preservation, and destruction.” The Sun, pleased, replied, “I will grant you a boon—whatever is in your mind. The sight of me is never fruitless at any time.” Arjuna responded, “This alone is the boon for me, the highest of all boons: that those humans who always praise you with devotion, bowing down, may have whatever they desire in their hearts granted to them.” The Sun, granting this boon, spoke auspicious words, “Whoever, O best of men, will praise me with the hymn composed by you, shall be blessed.” At that moment, Sanatkumara narrated that Narayana, too, having placed the conch, blew it with care. The illuminator of the day, the lord of the gods, the blazing one, the best among those who burn, the most excellent, the bestower of boons, Vishnu, the sinless one, the younger brother of Indra—he who is adorned with rays, the universe itself, the sun of fierce brilliance, the god of gods, the one of deep waters, the supreme treasure of radiance, the awakener, source, and lord of the world—was present. He is powerful, pure, radiant, lord of the wind-borne, the house, the maker of houses, the swan, the one with green horses, the consumer of offerings, honored by all existence, the essence of past, present, and future, the ornament of the three worlds, the holy ford, the sun who faces all directions, Time, the fire at the end of the age, the wheel of time, the lover of sacrifices, the shaper and expander, the universe, the witness of all acts, good and bad. At the beginning of the day, Brahmā appeared, radiant and red in hue. Vishnu recited a divine collection of eight hundred names. He who does so faces no adversity anywhere; his path is auspicious everywhere. He attains supreme brilliance, wisdom, great gain, knowledge, and the highest state. Beholding the face of Keśava, shining like the padmarāga gem and the sun, the sacred place near Keśava and the sun became known as Reṇu Tīrtha. Thus concludes the account of the glory of Keśava Āditya in the section on the sanctity of the Avantī region, within the fifth Avantī Khanda of the great Skanda Purāṇa. It was there, at that very place, that Shiva once fashioned the auspicious matted locks of Skanda.