Having spoken thus, Kāma, the god of love, made his way to where I was absorbed in deep austerities. As he arrived, he beheld me: my matted locks piled high upon my head, resembling the peak of a great mountain. Seated upright, my gaze was unwavering, fixed steadily at the tip of my nose, immersed in meditation. But through the opening of my hand, Madana—Kāma himself—entered into my heart. In that moment, my divine contemplation, my samādhi, which had brought me direct perception of the highest goal, was disturbed. Overtaken by the influence of Madana, I became truly mad, my mind distorted by his power. Within my own heart, I saw Manmatha, the bringer of what is unwholesome, and I knew: if he enters the heart of a yogin, even such a one may fall into a non-human birth. Yet, Madana too was afflicted with great torment. At the root of a mango tree, he found companionship with the gentle Spring. There, his playful arrow found its mark and reached my heart. In response, a fierce spark issued from my eye, so intense that the very denizens of heaven cried out in alarm. Thus, when Kāma was burned by my gaze, his beloved Rati was plunged into deep grief. She lamented, "Alas, lord! Alas, my very life! Alas, master, why do you abandon me?" As she wept in this way, a bodiless voice spoke out—by the grace of the God of gods, and also of Śiva—bringing her solace. At that very moment, O goddess, I too was entreated. The plea was made: "By this destruction, O Lord, creation on earth has been halted." Hearing the distress of Rati, I spoke to her with compassion: "Therefore, by my favor, I shall restore life to your beloved, though his body was burned. Henceforth, he will move among beings as Ananga, the bodiless one." Out of compassion for the gods, I made him Ananga. Even as Ananga, filled with devotion, Kāma approached the satisfied liṅga, and it was declared: "Kāma, you shall obtain your desire. In time, you will be born from the womb of Rukmiṇī, through union with Kṛṣṇa." Because you, Ananga, have pleased me in your heart, those who see you, Kandarpa, endowed with supreme devotion, will be blessed: they will live long, their appearance will be beautiful, they will possess sovereignty, supreme enjoyments, and women adorned with divine qualities. And those who behold me with devotion on the thirteenth day of the bright half of Caitra, along with yakṣas, lords of the gaṇas, siddhas, and those served by accomplished gandharvas, will also be blessed. Thus addressed, O Supreme Lady, Kāma, by means of the liṅga, received this boon. This, O Goddess, is the power I have described to you—a power which destroys sin. By merely beholding it, the lineage is increased. Now, hear further: In ancient times, when the gods and asuras churned the ocean of milk, a fierce poison emerged, known as Kālakūṭa, terrifying and blazing with flames. All the hosts of gods, together with asuras, yakṣas, and rākṣasas, were struck with fear and praised me with many hymns, saying: "The intended action was otherwise, but fate has accomplished it differently. This Kālakūṭa poison has arisen, burning both the moving and unmoving alike. Protect us, O Lord of the universe, lover of those who seek refuge!