At the sacred place of the discus, O wide-eyed one, it is said that whoever dies there has fulfilled the very purpose of their existence. In this holy spot, a figure, reverent and humble, placed his joined hands upon his head and spoke gentle words, filled with curiosity: “Tell me truly, for I am eager to know the reason behind all this.” His voice, deep and resonant like the drum of a ram, echoed as he addressed the Earth, seeking understanding. He pondered aloud: “The reason by which I have been worshipped—indeed, it is by him.” In that moment, he revealed his true self, a vision so rare that even the gods find it difficult to attain. Yet, the one before him was unable to see, overwhelmed and bewildered by the brilliance of his radiance. Fearful, his eyes trembled, and he could not speak. Then, prompted by the divine, Soma took up subtle speech. The Lord encouraged him: “Speak to me truly, Soma, whatever is in your mind.” Hearing these words, the lord of the foremost planets replied: “O Lord, if you are pleased and have come here for me, then as long as the worlds endure, may I abide in you, O Janardana. Whatever form you have established for me, O Lord, let it be so. Let my Brāhmaṇas drink Soma only in sacrifices. When you wane at the new moon, let the rites for ancestors with balls of food be performed there. O Viṣṇu, may my mind never incline toward unrighteousness; and if it does, then let us fall to the state of plants—so be it. If you, O Great Lord, who are beyond beginning, middle, and end, are pleased with me…” Having heard Soma’s words, the Lord became invisible in that very place. At the holy Soma-tīrtha, a supreme attainment was granted—an achievement otherwise difficult to obtain. This was earned by the eighth devotee, steadfast in performing the Lord’s rites, at the very spot where the great-souled Soma undertook severe austerity. Soma stood upright, facing upward, for five thousand years. Freed from his offense, he became the lord of the brāhmaṇas. For thirty thousand years, and thirty hundred years more, Soma was endowed with wealth, virtues, and generosity, O illustrious one. Having become a brāhmaṇa, he was liberated from worldly existence. That tīrtha should be known by all who follow the Lord’s path. At that place, when darkness prevails and no one can be seen, only light is visible—Soma himself is not seen. This, O blessed one, is a great wonder. It is the mark in the sacred Saukara region. And now, listen to something else, O Vasundharā. A woman died at the tīrtha—not by her own will, but because of the destiny shaped by her actions. She was a princess, broad-eyed, dark-complexioned, and beautiful in every limb. Upon hearing the words of Nārāyaṇa, the Earth, adorned with auspicious marks, marveled: “Ah! The great power of the holy place you have described—both the vulture and the jackal have attained human bodies. By bathing at that holy place, or by dying there, O Janārdana, what kind of mark arises for them, by which they are thus born?” Hearing the Earth’s question, Viṣṇu, the best among knowers of dharma, answered: “Listen in truth, O Earth, to what you have asked me.