Some souls come and go, while others depart and new ones arrive. In this endless cycle, who can say from where one is born, or to whom one is truly bound? Who is mother, who is father? Through countless lives, there have been thousands of mothers and fathers, and hundreds of sons and wives. Therefore, reflecting on this truth, one should not grieve, O mother, at any time. Yet, what is the great secret behind all this? Father, let it be revealed. Thus, the son spoke sweet and gentle words to both his mother and his father, asking them to seek the truth about the Saukarava together. He told them: “When you reach the holy place of the Sun, O father, whatever you wish to ask, let it be regarding this secret of the Saukarava.” With this resolve in their hearts, the lotus-eyed lord of the Ābhīras set out on his journey, accompanied by his parents and their wealth. They all went ahead together. It was the thirteenth day of the month of Māgha, in the first half of the day, when he began his journey. After a long time, you brought Nārāyaṇa with you. Having bathed, satisfied the ancestors, and adorned themselves with fine clothes and ornaments, they arrived at their destination. There, one named Bhangurasa, devoted to his duties, served them. In gratitude, he was gifted twenty valuable cows. Day after day, gifts of wealth and jewels were given. As they stayed there, the rainy season arrived. The kadamba, kuṭaja, and arjuna trees blossomed, only to be struck down by the torrents of rain, while thunder roared and hummed in the sky. The rivers swelled with sound, and the cries of peacocks echoed through the air. Gentle winds blew, bringing comfort to the peacocks. The season passed, resounding with the drums of clouds. When the rains ended, the ponds became clear and were filled with lotuses and water-lilies. Cool, fragrant breezes blew pleasantly. As autumn drew to a close, the festival of Kaumudi arrived. Then, on the eleventh day, O fair-browed one, after bathing and adorning themselves with linen garments, they rejoiced. Having dwelled there comfortably for six months, the twelfth day arrived. Hearing the words of his parents, the son, steadfast in righteousness, replied, “It is as you have spoken, O greatly fortunate one. Today is indeed the twelfth day, beloved of Lord Nārāyaṇa. On this auspicious day in the bright Kaumudi, the joyful give gifts. By the power of such giving, which brings delight to Viṣṇu, blessings are attained.” As they spoke thus, the auspicious night passed and morning arrived. They purified themselves, as was proper, and adorned themselves in linen garments. Then, the son approached, took hold of both his parents’ feet, and addressed them: “Whatever you wish to ask, dear father, regarding the secret of the boar, please do so.” He then recounted: “I once ate insects and, afflicted by indigestion, was greatly tormented. Seeing me bewildered, the children took me away and went off to play.