Long ago, there lived a king who was saved by a woman named Tainvi. The tale of her deeds was recounted by Arajaska to Daṇḍa, revealing the events that had unfolded. Tainvi, slender of limb, played a pivotal role in the life of Suratha, the lord of the earth. Yet, Suratha, forsaking righteousness, was swayed by the weakness of his mind and the influence of womanhood. Tainvi, longing for happiness from her husband, was told that without marriage, such joy would elude her. When the king rejected her, she fell into a state of delusion, her mind clouded and troubled. Despite being sprinkled with cold water by her friends in an attempt to revive her, she did not recover. Realizing she was dead, her companions departed swiftly, leaving her alone. When all had gone, Tainvi entered an excellent forest, seeking solace. She could not find the king nor her affectionate friends, and in her sorrow, the golden-eyed woman rushed with great speed into a mighty river. She understood the fate that awaited Suratha, the lord of the people. Thus, her condition—living independently—was heard of by others. A question arose: For what purpose had she come to this forest, empty of people and filled with wild animals? Upon hearing this, a sage became angry and cursed the sculptor’s form, declaring that since Suratha had not been united with Tainvi as husband, he would become a deer dwelling among the branches. Tainvi, honoring the evening twilight, worshipped Śaṅkara. Śaṅkara proclaimed that the beautiful-browed, lovely-toothed woman, longing for her husband, would approach. She then worshipped the great lord Hāṭakeśvara, and it was foretold that the daughter of the demon Kandaramālin would come, as well as Vedavatī, the auspicious daughter of Parjanya. At Hāṭaka, Mahādeva declared, union would be attained. Tainvi journeyed swiftly to the holy place where the seven Godāvarī rivers flowed. There, she sat in meditation, devoted to purity, sustaining herself on fruits and roots. Out of longing for her beloved, she recited a single verse from the great legend. It was said that whoever, by their own strength, could remove the sorrow of the deer-eyed lady, thinking of the river Payoṣṇī—revered by sages—and her wide eyes, would be blessed. While Tainvi remembered Suratha, the hero, a great span of time passed. Suratha, impelled by fate, fell from the peak of Mount Meru to the earth. Śākveya, a noble soul, dwelled upon this foremost mountain. Many years slipped by in the forest, and eventually, Suratha received Tainvi and approached the renowned Devavatī. The foremost of monkeys witnessed this and took the child into his hand. Upon seeing a cave, he grew enraged, raised his sword, and rushed forward. In the same way, together with the charming-limbed Tainvi, Suratha reached the snowy Himāchala mountains. Not far from her, there was a dense hermitage, once inhabited by sages but now abandoned. Tainvi bowed down in the waters of the Kālindī river, observed by a Dānava. Meanwhile, the mighty Suratha journeyed to Pātāla, his own abode. Ultimately, he was brought to the land called Śivīti, a place filled with virtuous people. Thus, the story of Tainvi and Suratha unfolds—a tale of longing, devotion, and the mysterious workings of fate, witnessed by gods, sages, and the denizens of the earth and heavens.