The parrot, his feathers bristling with awe, gazed upon the towering, majestic mountain before him. As his eyes wandered, he beheld the radiant abode of Vishnu, shining with a divine brilliance that filled his heart with wonder. In the midst of this splendor, the parrot noticed a calf wandering nearby. Confused, he pondered, “Who is this calf wandering here? When did he arrive, and why? Yet, in my heart, I know he is my father.” Absorbed in these thoughts, the parrot paused, his mind turning over the mystery. Then, gathering himself, he offered his salutations to Narayana and seated himself upon an excellent seat. Instantly, countless goddesses appeared before him, arriving just as one among them had done before. The air filled with the sweet sounds of singing, the melodies of instruments, and the rhythmic joy of dancing, as all present delighted themselves freely. To the right of the goddess sat the assembled deities and the noble vulture birds. The parrot, making his intentions known to all, was welcomed into their midst. They comforted him with gentle words and inquired, “How have you come to be here?” The parrot replied, “My father is on the raft. Desiring his protection, I have come to this excellent mountain.” Hearing this, the birds advised him, “Go near the raft, following the path your father took. Step in the water where he places his feet. By plunging your beak in, you will drive away all aquatic creatures.” Heeding their counsel, the parrot swiftly carried himself across the waters and reached the back of Jatayu, the mighty vulture king. With a deep, gentle voice, as befits the virtuous, he spoke from his heart. Before them lay a lake brimming with lotuses, its shores adorned with jewels and precious stones. Gathering flowers, the parrot offered worship to the god Keśava. Upon seeing him, the parrot withdrew and found a secluded place to hide, remaining there with the parrot’s consent. In but a moment, the deities returned as before, bringing gifts and blessings. They came to welcome Gokarṇa, who was tormented by hunger, steadfast in his devotion to Brahman, and possessed of a great soul. “Give to Gokarṇa that by which he will be satisfied for three months,” they declared. Having provided for him, they offered words of comfort, saying, “May you be free from fear; do not grieve.” The goddesses departed, and in this way, they returned every single day to offer their support. Then, the boat rose up, carried along by a favorable wind, bearing many precious jewels and other valuable things. Yet, when they searched for his presence, he was nowhere to be found, and sorrow filled their hearts. Overcome by shame, it was believed he had sunk into the abode of the makaras, the aquatic creatures of the deep. “Let us divide the jewels, giving each his proper share, and bestow the highest portion,” they resolved. Meanwhile, Gokarṇa, dwelling alone on the island, was overwhelmed with sorrow. Confused about the proper mantra, the parrot reported the matter to his father: “I have gone to Mathurā; on the way, at the great ocean covered with water—I must certainly go. Grant me your permission.” His father replied, “Go, my son, to Mathurā and see my present condition.” Thus instructed, the parrot agreed, saying, “So be it,” and the best of birds boarded the boat. News soon reached them that he was in dire straits and had died, and the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on all. “O bird, for the sake of our survival, you must act,” they pleaded. Through the wisdom and conversation of the parrot, who was kept in the cage, guidance was found. Then, a great caravan arrived, filled with jewels as vast as the ocean itself. All twenty members of the group, each accompanied by companions from the sea, were received with honor and hospitality. Having pleased and honored all, they were sent off, returning home with blessings and gratitude.