Desiring to depart, the mighty one made his way to the place where Sulocanā had been kept. With longing in his heart to leave, the monkey set out, accompanied by his radiant daughter, who brought him joy. Yet, he lamented, “All my efforts have been in vain, born out of immersion in water.” For, driven by fear, Sulocanā had plunged into the river Hiraṇvatī. Overwhelmed by sorrow and grief, the mighty one journeyed to Mount Añjana, where he dwelled for many years. Meanwhile, Sulocanā was brought to the sacred land of Kośala, renowned for its virtuous people. There, her body became covered with fresh sprouts, resembling the Lord adorned with matted hair. Seated upon a stone slab, she suddenly heard a mysterious voice. The voice spoke: “Just as your son is bound at the foot of the banyan tree, he gazes all around—sideways, above, and below. With tawny matted locks, he is carefully restrained, O auspicious one.” Moved, she asked, “Child, by whom have you been bound? Tell me, O sinner.” The reply came, “Though wickedly bound in these matted locks, I live by the power of austerity. Here lies a heap of ascetic merit; my father is Ṛtadhvaja. Born among a swarm of bees, he is well-versed in all the scriptures and is known as Jābāli—hear this, O beautiful-faced one.” The voice continued, “For ten thousand years, you will practice austerity in Sumāra. As a child, you will endure firm bondage for five hundred years. In your youth, you will enjoy supreme pleasures for two thousand years. The earth shall be your bed and wild grains your food. I wander the earth, bathing in the Hiraṇvatī. The divine one, who was unwisely placed in the great hermitage, was bound at the tip of the banyan tree—even with matted locks, O lovely one. With ropes of creepers and a great device below, one of wicked mind bound him. A net of creepers was set at the mouths of all directions. O auspicious one, I have told you what I have seen, just as it appeared to me. Now, woman of graceful limbs, tell me your purpose here.” She replied, “My name is Nandayantī, born from the womb of Pramlocā. Without doubt, she will become the queen of the king.” Then the sage spoke further of Śivā and Aśivanirghoṣā. Having uttered these wondrous words, the sage departed. From the banks of the Hiraṇvatī river, the monkey-chariot soared away to the holy place. It was by her that I was brought to this region, devoid of people. The beautiful one said to me, “Go to Śrīkaṇṭha on the bank of the Yamunā. Present yourself to him; there you will attain the highest good.” Thus, for the sake of deliverance, she journeyed from the mountain to the Yamunā river, arriving at the abode of Śaṅkara, where the ascetic resides. After offering her respects, she beheld those imperishable ones, the great sages. There, she wrote down another verse of her own, recalling the words spoken in her childhood.