Near his bed, Pururavas cherished two lambs, treating them as dearly as sons and refusing to let them be taken away. Urvashi, his beloved, set forth three conditions for their union: that he should never be seen naked by her, that his food must be only clarified butter, and that her lambs must remain untouched beside his bed. Pururavas readily agreed to all her wishes. With Urvashi, the king spent sixty years in Alaka, delighting daily in ever-increasing joy. Together, they wandered through the enchanting forests of Chaitraratha and other sacred groves, amidst pure lotus clusters and the charming lakes like Manasa. Urvashi, drawn ever closer to Pururavas by their shared happiness, found herself so attached to him that even while dwelling in the world of the immortals, she felt no longing for her celestial home. Without Urvashi, the world of the gods lost much of its delight for the apsaras, siddhas, and gandharvas. Then, one night, Urvashi, disregarding her agreement with Pururavas, joined Vishvavasu and the gandharvas to take one lamb from beside the bed. As the lamb was being led away, Urvashi heard a sound and cried out, “My son, who is helpless, is being taken by someone; to whom shall I go for refuge?” Pururavas heard her distress, but fearing that she would see him naked if he rushed to help, he hesitated and did not go. The Gandharvas then took another drum and departed. As the second lamb was being carried away, Urvashi again cried out in anguish, “I am helpless, without a husband, seeking shelter among the unmanly,” her lament growing even more desperate. Overcome by anger, Pururavas thought, “This is darkness,” and, taking up his sword, shouted, “Wicked! Wicked! You are slain!” and rushed forward. At that moment, the Gandharvas shone with dazzling radiance, like lightning. By their brilliance, Urvashi saw Pururavas without his garments, and realizing the time had come, she instantly vanished. The Gandharvas abandoned both drums and returned to the world of the gods. Pururavas, retrieving the two lambs, returned to his bed with a heart full of joy, but Urvashi was gone. He too had been seen without garments and, stricken by her absence, wandered about in a state of madness. In Kurukshetra, at a lotus-filled lake, he saw Urvashi together with four other Apsaras. In his madness, Pururavas spoke many kinds of verses, pleading, “O wife, stay! Stay in your fierce mind! Stay in your deceitful speech! Stay!” His actions were lacking in discernment, and he was utterly bewildered. Urvashi then addressed him gently, “At the end of the year, you must come to me in the inner chamber; your son will be born. And I will spend one night with you.” Thus comforted, Pururavas joyfully returned to his city. Meanwhile, Urvashi spoke among the Apsaras, saying, “This is the distinguished man with whom, drawn by affection, I have lived for so long.” The Apsaras replied, “May this form of virtue and fearlessness always remain with us as well, together with him, at all times.” When the year was complete, Pururavas returned to her. Urvashi gave him a son and blessed him with long life. Having given him one night, she stayed with Pururavas, and by him she conceived for the birth of five sons. Then Urvashi said to the king, “Out of affection for me, all the Gandharvas have become grantors of boons to you, O great king; let a boon be chosen.” Pururavas replied, “Having conquered all enemies, with unobstructed senses and power, possessing relatives and immeasurable strength and wealth, I desire nothing else but to spend time with Urvashi in her world.” Hearing this, the Gandharvas gave the king a fire vessel. They instructed him, “Following the injunctions of the scriptures, perform a proper sacrifice with this fire vessel, dividing it into three, with the desire for union with Urvashi in her world; then you will surely obtain what you desire.” Thus instructed, Pururavas took the fire vessel and departed. As he wandered in the forest, he lamented, “Alas, how foolish I have been! What have I done? I have brought this fire vessel, not Urvashi.” In his confusion, he left the fire vessel in the forest and returned to his city. After midnight, sleepless, Pururavas reflected, “The Gandharvas gave me the fire vessel for the sake of attaining Urvashi’s world, but I abandoned it in the forest. Therefore, I will go there to retrieve it.” Rising, he returned to the forest, but the fire vessel was gone. Instead, he saw a Sami tree and a fig tree, and pondered their meaning, searching for answers in the midst of his longing and confusion.