Whoever, with pure devotion, recites these sacred words on the twelfth day of Kartika, or keeps them written and honored in their home, or listens to them with unwavering faith, is truly blessed. After hearing these words, one should worship both the scripture itself and the eternal Lord Vishnu. If he is able, let the king also worship the sacred calf, together with the villages under his care. Thus concludes, in the glorious Varaha Purāṇa, within the tale of Śveta and Vinītāśva, the chapter named "Praise of the Purāṇa, Gift of Cow from Both Sides, Gift of Golden Pot," the one hundred and twelfth chapter. Now begins the praise of the Blessed Lord. Salutations to that Varaha, the divine Boar, who playfully raised up the earth. With the tip of his mighty tusk, encircled by mountains and rivers and surrounded by serpents, he lifted the earth high, removing the fear of his devotees. In this wondrous form, he destroyed the ten-headed demon. In that earlier cosmic age, the earth was indeed rescued by this Boar incarnation. The Earth herself, in gratitude, spoke: "O Keśava, apart from you, no other form or arm is able to support me, the earth." Comforted by his presence, the Lord blessed her at that sacred place and replied, "O Devi, you flourish upon seeing him, and you are his beloved." Then, a question was asked: While being upheld by Vishnu, what marvelous sight did you behold? The Earth, hearing the words of the son of Brahmā, answered: "He asked me of what was hidden, and I replied accordingly. Listen, O foremost of Brahmins, to the true and profound secret of dharma, full of great power. He revealed to me the supreme secret, the all-pervading certainty of dharmas, and the means of liberation from the endless cycle of birth and death." Having heard the Earth’s words, the great ascetic son of Brahmā gathered all present and brought them to the place where the goddess dwelled. Sanatkumāra then spoke: "Tell us truly about the dharma whose course is immeasurable." The Earth, bowing to the foremost of sages, agreed and said to the goddess, "Speak words of blessing." She began: In that ancient time, when the moon and wind had vanished from the world, when the sun and stars were lost, there was no wind, no fire, nor lightning. Even the Vedas had disappeared. Then, you, O Lord, became a fish and entered the waters of the netherworld. At another time, you took the form of a tortoise during the churning of the ocean. Once more, as a boar, you rescued me as I was sinking into the depths. Again, when Hiranyakashipu, made arrogant by his boon, arose, you took the form of a man-lion and destroyed him in ancient times. Later, Ravana, the mighty demon, was slain by your own power. O God, your activities are beyond my understanding. After creating everything, what did you command? Nothing at all was clear to me. There were no rays, no stars, nor planets; Saturn, Mercury, Indra, Kubera, and Yama were not present. Only the three gods—Brahma, Vishnu, and Maheshvara—were there. Seeking refuge, the goddess Madhavi humbly spoke, "O Grandfather, rescue me together with the mountains and forests." Entering deep meditation for a moment, he addressed the earth, for he is truly the lord of the worlds, the foremost of gods, the original creator, directly manifest.