Day by day, the king found himself ever more enchanted by the pleasures that surrounded him. The more he indulged, the more delightful these enjoyments seemed. Yet, as the days passed, he realized a profound truth: desire is never truly satisfied by the enjoyment of objects. Like fire fed by ghee, desire only grows stronger the more it is fed. He reflected that even if a man were to possess all the rice, barley, gold, cattle, and women in the world, it would not be enough to satisfy him. Thus, he understood the wisdom of abandoning excessive craving. When a person lets go of ill will toward any being and looks upon all with equal vision, then every direction becomes pleasing and peaceful to him. He recognized that craving is difficult to relinquish for those whose minds are misguided, and that while the body ages, this desire does not age along with it. But the wise, by abandoning such craving, find contentment easily. As a person’s hair and teeth grow old, the longing for wealth and life remains ever youthful, never diminishing with age. Even after living a thousand years, he thought, with my mind so attached to pleasures, day by day my craving for them only increases. Therefore, he resolved: I will abandon this craving, fix my mind on the divine, become free from attachment and possessiveness, and wander freely with the deer in the forest. With this determination, he took old age from his son Puru and granted him youth, anointing Puru as king. Then, he departed to the forest to undertake penance. To his other sons, he assigned realms and directions: Turvasa to the southeast, Druhyu to the west, Yadu to the south, and Anu to the north, making them rulers of their respective regions. Thus, after establishing Puru as lord of all the earth, he renounced his royal life and retreated to the forest. Now, Śrī Parāśara continued the tale: Kroṣṭu, the son of Yadu, had a son named Dhvajinīvan. From Dhvajinīvan came Svāti, from Svāti came Ruśaṅku, and from Ruśaṅku came Citraratha. Citraratha’s son was Śaśibindu, who became a universal monarch, lord of fourteen great treasures. He had a hundred thousand wives, and his sons numbered also a hundred thousand. Among these, six were principal: Pṛthuśravāḥ, Pṛthukarmā, Pṛthukīrtiḥ, Pṛthuyaśāḥ, Pṛthujayaḥ, and Pṛthudānaḥ. Pṛthuśravāḥ’s son was Pṛthutamaḥ; from him came Uśanā, who performed a hundred horse sacrifices. Uśanā’s son was Śitapūrṇa, whose son was Rukmakavaca, and then came Paravṛt. Paravṛt had five sons: Rukmeṣu, Pṛthujyāma, Aghavālita, and Harita. Even now, the verse about Jyāmagha is sung in remembrance. Of all men who have wives, whether living or deceased, Jyāmagha was renowned as the best. He was the king, husband of Śaivyā. Yet, his queen Śaivyā was childless, and though he desired offspring, he did not take another wife, fearing to displease her. Once, in a fierce and tumultuous battle, with chariots, horses, and elephants clashing, Jyāmagha fought bravely and conquered all his enemies. Those defeated fled in all directions, abandoning their sons, wives, relatives, armies, and wealth. As they fled, the king beheld a royal maiden, her wide eyes trembling with fear, crying out in distress for her father, mother, and brother to save her. Upon seeing her, the king’s heart was filled with affection. He thought, “For me, who am childless and whose wife is barren, fate has surely brought this jewel of a maiden as the cause of offspring. Therefore, I shall marry her.” Placing her upon his chariot, he brought her to his own abode. With the consent of Queen Śaivyā, Jyāmagha married the maiden. Then, placing her again upon the chariot, he returned to his city. The victorious king, accompanied by his citizens, relatives, army, and ministers, was greeted at the palace gate by Queen Śaivyā, who had come to meet him. Noticing the maiden standing at the king’s left side, her lips trembling slightly with indignation, Śaivyā addressed the king: “Who is this girl, so fickle-minded, seated here in the chariot?” Out of fear of being questioned further, and without considering his reply, the king hastily said, “She is my daughter-in-law.” Śaivyā then replied, “I have not borne a son for you, nor have you had another wife; so by which son of yours does this woman have the relation of daughter-in-law?