The sages respectfully asked the Blessed One to recount the origin of that sacred place where, as they prepared to depart, they might properly worship the divine ancestors. In response, he began to speak of a holy day that arose from Kurukshetra, a day of great significance. At the dawn of the ploughing season, from an auspicious constellation, Saṃvaraṇa was born—a prince whose birth itself was marked by celestial favor. Even as a child, Saṃvaraṇa was devoted to righteousness and was always counted among the most faithful of devotees. Recognizing his noble nature, a great sage taught him the Vedas in all their branches, imparting to the young prince the fullness of sacred knowledge. In time, Saṃvaraṇa entrusted all his royal duties to the venerable Vasiṣṭha, that treasure-house of austerity, and departed for Vaibhrāja. There, a strange madness overcame him. Unsatisfied, restless, he wandered through the forests in every direction, drawn by the intoxicating fragrances that filled the air. Amidst blue lotuses, red lotuses, white lotuses, and day-blooming lotuses, Saṃvaraṇa beheld a maiden of surpassing beauty. The moment she saw him, love’s arrow struck her heart. Overcome, the king lost his balance and fell from his horse to the ground. Attendants rushed to him, sprinkling cool water upon his face, and he soon regained consciousness. With gentle, comforting words, they soothed him, and, restored in spirit, Saṃvaraṇa journeyed as if at will to the summit of Meru, moving like a god. From that moment onward, he neither ate during the day nor slept at night, so consumed was he by longing. The fire of austerity, intense and unrelenting, tormented the king, scorching him with suffering. In his distress, Saṃvaraṇa entered into communion with the blazing god, the Sun, and beheld him standing in his radiant chariot. After offering respectful greetings, the king entered the chariot alongside the Sun. There, the illustrious Varuṇi shone with brilliance, like a second sun. When questioned, Saṃvaraṇa revealed the reason for his coming: it was for the sake of the Sun’s daughter, whom he desired as his bride. The gods, honoring the best of the twice-born who had come on Saṃvaraṇa’s behalf, listened with favor. Meanwhile, the Sun’s daughter, recalling the prince she had seen in the forest—radiant like the child of an immortal—spoke to the goddess Varuṇi with joined palms. She described the prince: his hips strong as a lion’s, a slender waist marked by three graceful folds, hands and feet shaped like lotus petals, a head shining like a royal parasol, long and well-formed fingers, and beautiful teeth. His body was marked with auspicious signs: red in five places, dark in four, and bent in three. She confessed that her heart had chosen him. Varuṇi, understanding her desire, explained that the wise do not speak of giving a maiden to another when her heart belongs elsewhere, and humbly asked forgiveness. Realizing that the Sun’s daughter wished for Saṃvaraṇa, the Sun joyfully agreed, declaring that Saṃvaraṇa, son of Ṛkṣa, was even now approaching the hermitage. Soon, Saṃvaraṇa arrived and, upon seeing Vasiṣṭha, bowed his head in reverence. Then his eyes beheld Tapatī, the Sun’s radiant daughter. He inquired of Vasiṣṭha about the maiden, and Varuṇi replied to the king: “At your request, I entreated the Sun; he has given her, and I have brought her to your hermitage.” Delighted by these words, the king took Tapatī’s hand in marriage, performing the proper rites. Tapatī rejoiced in the splendor of her new home, just as the daughter of the Daityas once delighted in mighty Indra’s heaven. Their son was consecrated with the sacred rites from birth, nourished with clarified butter as fire is fed, continuing the lineage with blessings and auspiciousness.