In this sacred land, there are places where devotees, moved by deep longing for me, surrender even their very lives. Among these holy sites, one field stands out, renowned as Gandharva. It is said that those who come to this field and remain there for four nights, then bathe in its waters, perform an act of great merit. There are others, too, who, devoted to my deeds, relinquish their lives in this holy region. Not far from Gandharva lies Devahrada, another of my cherished fields, O Earth. This lake is celebrated for its power to bestow boons—it is excellent, delightful, and its waters are refreshingly cool. Within this great and blessed lake, my sacred waters flow, sanctifying all who enter. Now, listen carefully, O Earth, for I will reveal more wonders of this place. The faithful are able to perceive these marvels, while the sinful remain blind to them. At sunrise, golden lotuses bloom upon the waters—a sight reserved for those of pure heart. Those who bathe here are cleansed of all stains of speech and body, ascending to heavenly realms. The merit they gain equals the fruit of ten Aśvamedha sacrifices. After enjoying the rewards of such sacrifices, they attain equality with me upon the earth. At this confluence of divine rivers, happiness itself seems to dwell. Here, Gandharvas, Apsarases, serpent maidens, and Nagas gather in joy. Siddhas and Kinnaras also descend from the heavens to this hallowed ground. From these sacred places and especially from the holy fords, the river known as Śvategaṅgā joins respectfully with other sacred streams: the Gaṇḍakī, the Kṛṣṇā, and that river born from the very body of Kṛṣṇa. This mighty river is also called Triśūlagaṅgā, and in my domain, it is proclaimed holy and supremely purifying. There is yet another place of great renown—Siddhāśrama, which increases the merit of all who visit. This ashram is adorned with clusters of banana trees, blossoming with various flowers and fruits. Date palms, asoka, bakula, mango, and beloved priyaala trees grow abundantly, along with oranges, jujubes, lemons, and citrons. Jasmine, kuravaka, nāga, kuṭaja, and pomegranate trees add their fragrance and beauty to the scene. Within this supremely holy lake at the confluence of sacred rivers, bathing during the month of Vaiśākha bestows the merit of gifting a thousand cows. In the month of Kārttika, when the sun enters Libra, those who bathe after staying three nights in disciplined observance, who perform sacrifice, austerity, charity, offerings to ancestors, or worship their chosen deity—all these acts are magnified, and I forgive entirely any offenses they have committed against the earth. This confluence of divine rivers is thus declared to be a place of immense sanctity. In this great and sacred region, I myself stand, facing east upon the earth. But hear further, O Earth: Shiva stands at my southern side, ever free from affliction. O goddess, those who find Shiva surely find me as well. Whoever worships Shiva indeed worships me, for this place is the very embodiment of Hari and Hara, Vishnu and Shiva together. First among these holy sites is the field of liberation, and next comes the region known as Ruru. Thus is this land revealed—a realm where the divine presence of both Hari and Hara is felt, and where liberation and supreme merit await the faithful.