Those who devote themselves to singing of my deeds with focused intent—each syllable they utter in such song brings great blessings. For as many lines of verse as are sung in my praise, the singer is reborn handsome, virtuous, accomplished, and foremost among those who know all the Vedas. Such a soul is born again as my devotee, firmly established on the path that leads to Indra’s world. When, after enjoying the fruits of Indra’s world, he falls from there, devoted still to my songs, he is born on earth among the Vaiṣṇavas. By my grace, with a pure soul, he ultimately attains my own world. At this point, Sūta continued: With hands joined in reverence, Earth addressed the Lord once more, asking, “Who are those of great might who have attained perfection through the power of song?” Varāha replied: “Even from afar, one who remains awake and steadfast in devotion to me, singing my praises for many years, is blessed.” He then recounted an incident that occurred on the twelfth day of the bright fortnight in the month of Kaumuda. On that night, while keeping vigil, a Chandala was suddenly seized by a Brahma-rakshasa. Overcome by pain and sorrow, the Chandala was unable to move, and the rakshasa, eager for human flesh, demanded, “What have you done to me, that you run about in this way?” The fierce being declared, “By the Creator’s ordinance, you are my food at the time of breaking my fast. I shall attain supreme satisfaction allotted to me by the Creator.” Despite his fear, the Chandala stood firm in his devotion and sought to appease the rakshasa, acknowledging, “This must certainly be done, for it has been ordained by the Creator.” Before submitting, however, the Chandala requested permission to go at dawn and worship Hari according to the prescribed rite, explaining, “For the sake of pleasing Vishnu, I have undertaken this vow.” Hearing these words, the Brahma-rakshasa, though wracked by hunger, paused. With his mouth agape, he asked, “Do you wish to return again?” The Chandala, aware of his lowly birth and past deeds, replied, “Hear my pledge, O Rakshasa, by which I have come back. By truth I shall return again; if you believe me, then release me. By truth, sages devoted to Brahman have attained success. By truth, kings and women prevail; they have not spoken falsehood. By truth the sun shines; by truth the moon delights. If I do not return as promised, may I attain the fate of those who have not bathed, the fate of those who break their vows.” Moved by the Chandala’s words, the rakshasa spoke gently, “Go quickly, salutations to you.” He knew that the Chandala would again sing for me, established in devotion. Saying, “Salutations to Nārāyaṇa,” the Chandala turned and departed. The rakshasa spoke kindly to the determined Chandala, saying, “You should not die here, even though you are a corpse-eater. My agreement was made earlier, to be eaten by the rakshasa.” Thus, the story unfolds, showing the power of devotion, the sanctity of truth, and the grace bestowed upon those who sing the Lord’s praises with unwavering faith.