Dharaṇī, the Earth, spoke with a heart filled with supreme and unsurpassed peace, for tranquility had arisen within her mind. She reflected upon the mighty one who wields the sharp-edged sword, the destroyer of the enemies of the gods, and the steadfast supporter of the earth. She recalled how she had heard, time and again, the virtues and greatness of this praised Lord. Then Śrī Varāha, the divine boar, addressed Earth with warmth and wisdom. “Let me share with you another secret,” he said, “a secret that dispels the fear of sin.” He began to recount the events that unfolded when the Dvāpara age arrived, and the foremost among the Yādavas appeared. In that era, a splendid city was established, renowned as Dvārakā, stretching five yojanas in width and ten yojanas in length. This Lord, having removed the heavy burden from the earth, became greatly beloved by the gods. “O beautiful one,” Varāha continued, “in Dvārakā, there will arise a lord, equal to me, O Varārohe.” But, O Earth, because of the anguish caused by a curse, the inhabitants of Dvārakā would face torment. Among them, one shone brightly—a figure adorned with a garland of forest flowers and wielding a plough, radiant like the pale moon. Hearing the words of Nārāyaṇa, the Earth, ever devoted to righteousness, longed for their fulfillment and asked, “How will Durvāsas pronounce that curse there? Tell me, O Lord.” Śrī Varāha replied, “Endowed with beauty and youth, and enjoying pleasures with me, her illustrious son, proud of his own youth and beauty, while sporting, acted improperly and caused a pregnancy.” The Earth then said, “O child, you desire a son; O sage, please tell me about this.” Durvāsas, the sage, answered, “From your womb will come forth a pestle, which will destroy your lineage.” Hearing Durvāsas’s curse, all those boys were struck with fear. Varāha continued, “When I saw those boys who had come, I questioned them. Hearing their words, I spoke; listen well, O Earth. Thus have I told you the cause of the curse upon the Vṛṣṇis and others.” Dvārakā, the blessed city, brought happiness to the devotees of Viṣṇu. Leaving the seashore, which had been a source of joy through my deeds, he delights in the heights of heaven, surrounded by hosts of Apsarases. Departing from the world of the gods, he is honored in my own realm. There, fruits abound—beautiful and shaped like jars, offering excellence. Yet, no one obtains these fruits except the man devoted to the Bhāgavata. Those who are established in my action attain supreme perfection. Humans, filled with passion and greed, do not perceive him. He rejoices across the seven continents and attains secret realms. Renouncing all attachments, he reaches my world. At Prabhāsa, where they listen by the ocean—not towards the crocodile—if a man offers balls of food into clear water, even if the recipients have not arrived, they receive the offerings; this is certain. The righteous indeed receive only the offering, without doubt. Even in deep and boundless waters, with just a span’s breadth, he delights in the realm of Indra, as is true without doubt. Departing from Indra’s realm, he attains my world. The evil-doer does not see; only the doer of good beholds this truth. Thus, the tale unfolded, revealing mysteries and the workings of fate, the rewards for devotion and righteousness, and the certainty that only the virtuous perceive the highest realms.