Long ago, from the vast ocean of Vedas, two sons emerged—Jaya and Vijaya. Likewise, from Tṛṇabindu came two sons, who, though sinful in nature, appeared virtuous to the world. These brothers, with unwavering devotion, worshipped Hari, fixing both their senses and minds upon Him. During their ritual of worship, Hari was so captivated by their devotion that He granted them special boons. After the completion of a grand sacrifice, the king honored the brothers and set them forward. They began to divide the offerings, entering into a rivalry with one another. In the midst of this competition, Vijaya said to his brother, “That which you have obtained belongs to him.” The dispute grew bitter, and Vijaya declared, “You do not return what you have taken; therefore, become a crocodile.” His brother, angered by these words, retorted, “Become an elephant, blinded by pride, since you speak to me in this way.” Thus, by the power of their curses, one was born as a crocodile in the Gaṇḍakī river, yet he remembered his previous life as a twice-born. The other, transformed into an elephant, dwelled in the forest, playing joyfully with young elephants and their keepers. Both, deluded by the effects of their curses, wandered together throughout the forests of the earth. One day, the elephant approached the sacred Triveṇī, intent on bathing there. He made the young elephants drink from the waters and played with them in delight. But the crocodile, still recalling their ancient enmity, suddenly attacked the elephant, dragging him into the waters. They struggled fiercely—tusks breaking, bodies tugging—with such force that many other beings, afflicted by their battle, perished nearby. In his distress, the elephant appealed to the blessed Lord, compassionate to His devotees. Again and again, he hurled stones, striking them together in Hari’s presence, seeking deliverance. Because of these events, many others came to that place, drawn by its significance. O beautiful one, have no doubt concerning the sanctity of the Triveṇī. When King Bharata was near the hermitage of Pulastya, from that time onward, he developed a clear aversion toward the site because of Bharata’s influence. Because Hari was worshipped so fervently there, He is remembered as Jaleśvara, the Lord of Water. O fortunate one, whenever I was present in Śālagrāma or another sacred field, wherever the first stone fell, a holy site was established. One who bathes there, radiant in spirit, is honored in the realm of the Sun. For the protection of devotees, I commanded Sudarśana, and thus all of that became scattered and entirely covered by confusion. Placing herds of cows in front, he journeyed to Hari’s sacred field. When Nandī, holding the trident, was preceded by the herd of cows, the gods wandered there, and so it came to be known as Devāṭa. That Lord of the gods, bearing the trident, grants fearlessness to His devotees. In that place, Mahādeva is indeed of the Sālaṅkāyana lineage, and as the great yogi, He bestows the attainment of yoga. From the Trijaṭās, three wondrous streams arose, giving birth to the three-streamed sacred site. This holy place, known as Śālagrāma, became renowned. One who is devoted to worshipping Hari, and who bathes at the three-streamed site, satisfies both ancestors and gods, receiving their blessings.