Govinda, having vanquished Naraka, commanded Naraka’s attendants to bring the maidens, elephants, and horses that had been held captive to the city of Dvārakā. As he surveyed the spoils, he also beheld Varuṇa’s magnificent umbrella and the radiant mountain of jewels. Hari carefully placed these treasures upon Garuḍa, the king of birds. Then, with Satyabhāmā by his side, Krishna ascended Garuḍa and journeyed toward the celestial realms, carrying the earrings of Aditi and the demon. Garuḍa soared effortlessly, bearing the umbrella, the mountain of jewels, and Hṛṣīkeśa along with his consort. Upon reaching the gates of heaven, Hari blew his conch, its sound echoing through the realms. The gods, recognizing Janārdana, approached him with offerings in their hands. Honored by the divine hosts, Krishna entered the abode of Aditi, mother of the gods—a dwelling gleaming like a peak of white clouds. There, he beheld Aditi, and, together with Indra, bowed reverently before her. Krishna presented her with the excellent earrings and announced the destruction of Naraka. Aditi, the delighted mother of the world, her mind wholly devoted to Hari, praised him with undistracted heart. She addressed him: “O lotus-eyed one, I bow to you, giver of fearlessness to your devotees, eternal Self, soul of all beings, creator of all. You move mind, intellect, and senses; your nature is the qualities, yet you transcend them and duality itself, abiding in pure essence within the heart. You are free from all concepts—untouched by birth, dream, or any such condition. You are twilight, night, day, earth, sky, wind, water, fire, mind, intellect, and all the elements, O Acyuta. You are the maker and lord of agents, presiding over creation, maintenance, and destruction through your own forms as Brahmā, Viṣṇu, and Śiva. The gods, demons, yakṣas, rākṣasas, siddhas, serpents, kūṣmāṇḍas, piśācas, gandharvas, and men—all beings, cattle and wild animals, birds, reptiles, countless trees, shrubs, vines, and all grasses—every body, large, medium, small, and even subtler than the subtle, whatever forms exist that are inhabited by souls—this is your māyā. Unknown in its true essence, it 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’ that arise—this, O Lord, is the work of your māyā, the mother of worldly existence. O Lord, those who worship you with devotion to their own duty cross over this māyā for the sake of self-liberation. All the gods, beginning with Brahmā, humans, and animals alike, are enveloped by the great darkness of delusion caused by Viṣṇu’s māyā. Having worshipped you, they desire the fulfillment of wishes and the destruction of their own suffering; yet, O Blessed One, this too is your māyā. I myself worshipped you for the sake of obtaining 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, surpasses the wish-fulfilling tree, for it is born of their own fault and offense. Therefore, O imperishable one who casts the delusion of māyā over all the worlds, Lord of beings, be gracious and destroy ignorance, which stands in 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, but I do not know your supreme form—be gracious, O Supreme Lord.” Viṣṇu, shining like the sun, smiled at Aditi and spoke: “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.” Satyabhāmā, Krishna’s wife, together with Indra, bowed to Aditi and repeatedly asked her for grace. Aditi said, “By my blessing, O beautiful one, you will never suffer old age or disfigurement; your lovely form will remain ever youthful and steady.” Having received Aditi’s permission, the king of the gods, Indra, worshipped Janārdana with great honor, as was proper. Meanwhile, Śacī, Indra’s wife, regarding Satyabhāmā as merely human, did not offer her the flower of the Pārijāta tree, instead adorning herself with its blossoms. Then Krishna, accompanied by Satyabhāmā, beheld the delightful celestial gardens, such as Nandana. There, he saw the Pārijāta tree, rich in fragrance, bearing clusters of blossoms, ever bringing joy, adorned with tender, coppery-red young leaves. Kesava, the slayer of Kesi, saw this tree, which had arisen during the churning of the nectar, its bark resembling refined gold. The supreme and peerless king of trees was greatly pleasing. Seeing it, Satyabhāmā spoke to Govinda: “Krishna, why is this tree not brought to Dvārakā? If your words are truly sincere, and I am indeed so dear to you, then let this tree be taken for the adornment of my courtyard. Neither Jambavati nor Rukmini is as cherished by you as I am, as you have often said, Krishna, with loving words. If that is truly so, Govinda, and not mere courtesy, then let this Pārijāta be the ornament of my house. Wearing a cluster of Pārijāta blossoms in my hair, I wish to shine among my co-wives.