At the break of dawn, he offered boundless wealth to the Lord of gods, his heart overflowing with devotion. In time, his virtuous wife conceived, and in the tenth month, she gave birth to a radiant son, whose brilliance was likened to the full moon. To celebrate this joyous occasion, he gave away a thousand cows, adorning them with gold and fine garments. He diligently performed all the birth-rites and the sacred naming ceremony for his newborn son. As the child grew, he continued with the traditional rites: the first feeding of solid food, the tonsure, and the sacred thread ceremony, each performed with due reverence. Throughout these auspicious events, he gave generous gifts and worshipped the goddess with unwavering faith. Yet, as the boy matured into youth, it became apparent that he remained without children of his own. Meanwhile, his wives flourished, blessed with youth, beauty, virtue, and lovely eyes. This noble man became the originator of righteousness, acting for the welfare of the people and in service to the gods. He established water-pavilions, provided daily meals, and ensured that everyone had the means for their livelihood. Every activity was arranged with care, and he caused a grand temple to be built, dedicated to Hari, with five splendid shrines. He also introduced the practice of drawing water from wells to irrigate gardens, fostering abundance. Bathing, worship, cleaning, and the lighting of lamps were all carried out with equal diligence. His four sisters were devoted to their husbands and enjoyed great fortune. The garland-maker was ever busy, sprinkling water over the trees, which flourished and bore abundant flowers and fruits. Everything was freely given and enjoyed by all, in a manner reminiscent of the prosperity in Indra’s realm. Yet, as he gave ceaselessly, his wealth began to diminish day by day. He still had the duty to provide food for his parents and family. Resolving in his heart, he firmly decided to become a merchant to support them. He traveled to markets, purchasing excellent goods from the northern regions and other lands. He was thoughtful in his dealings, always weighing profit and loss, and he acquired precious gems, fine horses, costly cloth, and suitable wares. One day, as his caravan prepared to rest, they set up their dwellings on the bank of a river, in a place of great beauty. Surrounded by a few loyal servants, he gave instructions for their tasks. As he wandered for amusement, he discovered a delightful spot filled with fruit-laden trees and fragrant flowers. Climbing to a vantage point, he gazed as far as he could, his eyes falling upon the entrance of a mysterious cave. Hearing a strange sound from within, he pondered its origin, curiosity stirring within him. With a welcoming spirit, he called out, “Come here, O guest; I will offer you hospitality.” He offered sweet fruits, honey, meat, and water, saying, “When my parents arrive, they will bestow special honor upon you.” He reflected that if a householder’s parents were to reside in hell, it would surely be a great misfortune. If a guest, whose hopes are dashed, leaves the house disappointed, it brings sorrow. Therefore, he resolved that a householder must always honor the guest with every effort. These auspicious words flowed from the merchant, who was well-versed in righteousness. With respect, he addressed the one he encountered: “Who are you, O sage, knower of ancient lore? Are you a god or a secret being? Tell me truly who you are. You appear full of enthusiasm and love for guests.