In the sacred narrative, it is declared: Worship the Lord of gods, the liṅga that fulfills all desires. Through the words of the celestial Urvaśī, Purūravas became her husband. In the beautiful, vast Kāla forest, Purūravas was moved by the desire to worship the liṅga. There, it was foretold to the renowned Rambhā that she would attain good fortune and the heavenly realm. Thus, Rambhā was instructed: “Go to heaven, honored by this assembly.” In this way, the Lord of the apsarases became famous throughout the three worlds. Those who worship the Lord of the apsarases with devotion are blessed. And those who send others into the world, O illustrious one, for the sake of beholding you, are likewise honored. What use are gifts, what use are austerities, what use are sacrifices with many offerings, when your power, O goddess, destroys all sin? This is the greatness of yours that has been described. By merely seeing you, O goddess, conflict does not arise at all. You bring relief from all suffering and release from all sin. Yet, O goddess, even with you, a quarrel occurred with me. When you, beautiful daughter of the snowy mountain, withdrew from marriage, O lovely-faced one, you sat beside me in radiance, your hair dark as blue lotuses, curled and shining, your presence glowing like black antimony. O Kālī, beautiful one, beloved, I called to you: “Sit by my side.” Clad in serpents, O pure one, embraced by sandalwood trees, you were addressed by me, O Girijā, with a lovely smile. For my sake, you sent forth those wise in the Vedas. For my sake again, you entreated my father. And when distressed for me, you said, “Go, Nārada.” Truly, this worldly saying is never false: The seeker must certainly encounter rejection, insult, and humiliation. For her, this disrespect from me is certain at every step. She is not of the mongoose lineage, not given to vain conduct, not wicked, nor envious. But he who is not of noble lineage, who acts in vain, is always possessed by envy. May the blessed Sun, composed of twelve forms, recognize you. The god Pūṣā, the twelve-formed illuminator, knows you. What was said of me as ‘Krishna,’ renowned as ‘Mahakala,’ was spoken only for illustration, not out of hatred; hearing this, you should forgive. He considers himself the most beautiful among others. He recognizes himself as distinct, not as the other people. Even a non-believer is not disturbed; how much less so a believer. O daughter of the mountain, you do not know the self, though you think yourself wise, O Mṛḍā. Hardness and suffering arise from the elements, having been struck many times. Thus, O goddess, you have been addressed by me, and again you have spoken words. From serpents comes the possession of many tongues; from ashes, the absence of affection. From dwelling in the cremation ground comes fearfulness, and nakedness not due to shame. So, at that time, a fierce quarrel arose, causing fear and agitation. The gods, Gandharvas, Yakshas, and Rakshasas—all were afraid.