As the dust of battle settled, Earth herself addressed the Lord with heartfelt words. She recalled the time when, in the form of a mighty boar, He had lifted her from the depths, and through His divine touch, a son had arisen within her. That son, Naraka, had been given to her by the Lord, and now, by His own hand, Naraka had been cast down. With humility, Earth offered the earrings and implored the Lord to protect Naraka’s lineage. She spoke with reverence, acknowledging that the Lord had incarnated for her sake, to relieve her burden, and praised Him as the creator, destroyer, and dissolver—the very origin and end of all things. She recognized Him as Acyuta, the universe itself, and wondered what praise could possibly be sufficient for One who is both the pervader and the pervaded, the doer and the deed, the soul of all beings. She declared Him the supreme Self, imperishable and present in every being, and questioned the purpose of praise for such a Lord. With deep compassion, Earth pleaded: “Be gracious, O soul of all beings. Whatever Naraka has done, let it be forgiven and not counted as a fault, for your own son has been struck down by you.” Hearing her plea, the Blessed Lord, creator of all beings, replied, “So be it.” He then took the jewels from Naraka’s abode. In the city of maidens, the Lord beheld over sixteen thousand captive maidens. He saw foremost elephants with four tusks, numbering six thousand, and twenty-one myriads of horses of the Kāmbojas. Govinda directed Naraka’s attendants to bring the maidens, elephants, and horses to Dvārakā. He also saw Varuṇa’s umbrella and a mountain of jewels, which Hari placed upon Garuḍa, the lord of birds. Then Kṛṣṇa, together with Satyabhāmā, ascended Garuḍa and set out for the abode of the gods, carrying Aditi’s earrings and the demon’s treasures. Garuḍa, bearing the umbrella, mountain of jewels, and Hṛṣīkeśa with His wife, soared effortlessly toward heaven. When Hari reached the gate of heaven, He blew His conch. The gods, recognizing Janārdana, approached with offerings in their hands. Honored by the gods, Kṛṣṇa entered the radiant dwelling of Aditi, mother of the gods, which shone like a peak of white clouds. There, in the presence of Indra, Kṛṣṇa bowed to Aditi and presented her with the excellent earrings. He also announced to her the destruction of Naraka. Delighted and devoted, Aditi praised Hari, the sustainer of the worlds, her mind unwavering in adoration. Aditi spoke: “O lotus-eyed one, I bow to you, giver of fearlessness to your devotees, eternal Self, soul of all, creator of beings. You move mind, intellect, and senses, your nature is the qualities, yet you transcend them, beyond duality, pure essence, abiding in the heart. Free from all concepts, untouched by birth, free from dream and the rest. You are twilight, night, day, earth, sky, wind, water, fire, mind, intellect, and the elements, O Acyuta. You are the maker, lord of agents, of creation, maintenance, and destruction, by your own forms called Brahmā, Viṣṇu, and Śiva. The gods, demons, yakṣas, rākṣasas, siddhas, serpents, kūṣmāṇḍas, piśācas, gandharvas, and men; cattle and wild animals, birds and reptiles, countless trees, shrubs, vines, and all grasses; all bodies—large, medium, small, and subtler than the subtle—whatever forms exist inhabited by souls: all are your māyā, unknown in its true essence, which greatly deludes. By it, the ignorant are bound, mistaking the non-self for the self. The sense of ‘this is mine’ regarding what is not theirs, and the feelings of ‘I’ and ‘mine’—this is the work of your māyā, mother of worldly existence. O Lord, those who worship you with devotion to their own duty cross over this māyā for self-liberation. All gods beginning with Brahmā, humans, and animals are enveloped by the darkness of delusion caused by Viṣṇu’s māyā. Having worshipped you, they seek fulfillment of wishes and destruction of suffering; yet this too is your māyā. I worshipped you for a son and victory over enemies, not for liberation; such is the play of māyā. Even the wish for a mere loincloth, if it arises in the unworthy, is greater than the wish-fulfilling tree, for it is born of their own fault. Therefore, be gracious, O imperishable one, who casts the delusion of māyā over all worlds. Destroy ignorance, which is the very presence of knowledge. Salutations to you who hold the discus, the Śārṅga bow, the Nanda club, and the conch. I see this form of yours, marked by gross signs; I do not know your supreme form—be gracious, O Supreme Lord.” Śrī Parāśara continued: Thus praised, Viṣṇu, radiant like the sun, smiled and spoke to Aditi: “O goddess, you are our mother; be gracious and grant us a boon.” Aditi replied, “So be it, as you wish. By all the gods and demons, O tiger among men, you will be unconquerable in the world of truth.” Then Satyabhāmā, Kṛṣṇa’s wife, together with Indra, bowed to Aditi and requested her grace. Aditi assured Satyabhāmā: “By my grace, O beautiful one, you will never suffer old age or disfigurement; your lovely form will remain ever youthful and steady.” Thus, with blessings bestowed, the Lord, His consort, and the treasures departed, their hearts filled with divine grace and fulfillment.