Listen, I shall recount everything concisely, just as I have witnessed it—the tale of Lila’s wondrous play, which culminates in the vision of all that is seen and unseen. Just as the lotus reigns as the lord of its pond, so does he spread his illusion, perceiving the world woven into himself, within his own abode. This battle is not of swords, but of delusion; these people are born of delusion, and in this world, even death arises through delusion—such is the nature of confusion. Through this very sequence of confusion, Lila’s beloved remains; you and she, O beautiful one, are nothing but a dream, O woman of lovely limbs. In the same manner, this lord exists for both of you, as do I myself. The splendor of the world is seen in samsara, and thus it is spoken here. This alone is understood—the meaning of the word ‘seen’ is abandoned; thus, she is as you are, and the king is accomplished in the same way. I too, established in the truth of the Self, am the Self of all; we here are mutually accomplished, as if self-arisen. Thus, in the state of being the essence of all, established in the mass of supreme consciousness, the queen remains, radiant with enchanting laughter. Her eyes glance playfully, adorned with the freshness of youth; her conduct is graceful, her speech sweet and noble. Her voice echoes the song of the cuckoo, she moves languidly with the intoxication of love; her eyes are like the petals of a dark lotus, her breasts full and rounded. Her limbs are golden and lovely, her lips ripe as bimba fruit; she is, by your thought, just as the image in the mind of her husband. Then, taking on a form like yours, she stood amazed in consciousness; and immediately upon the death of her husband, she too perished at once. She was seen before her husband, who was but a particle of your own thought; whatever the mind experiences as physical reality, it perceives by itself. It knows this is not real, but a projection of the subtle body; whatever the mind perceives as physical, it knows this is not truly real. The projection of the subtle body arises then in another; thus, through the awareness of death, there is again the illusion of rebirth. For you are the knower of this, and by you this has been understood; thus, he saw you, and you saw him as well. You are established in this Self, for consciousness is all-pervading; since Brahman is everywhere, whatever arises, wherever and however, is that. There, it quickly becomes so; by its own power, it perceives thus. Being all-powerful everywhere, it manifests whatever power it raises, wherever. It abides there and shines thus, due to the force of intense impulse; in the very moment of death and delusion, that pair—husband and wife—remained. Then, for both of them, this understanding arose in their hearts, by the force of appearance: “These are our fathers, and these too are our mothers.” “This is the body, this is the wealth, this is the action that was done before; we two were married thus, and thus attained oneness in name.” And the people of these two also became real there itself; likewise, here is the direct example of dream experience. Thus, in this play of such nature, I was worshipped in play; “May I not be a widow”—with this thought, I too gave him as my chosen husband. As if seeking this, this girl was previously dead; here, indeed, I am the conscious principle among your conscious portions. The family goddess is always to be worshipped; thus I perform this. Then, her vital force, taking the form of the breath of life, departs from the body. Directed by the mind, it reaches the tip of the mouth, leaving the body behind. Then, at the end of the faintness of death, in this very house, she awakens; her consciousness, shaped by reflection, is seen by the living soul. She is accomplished, with eyes like a deer, radiant with the beauty of a full moon face, proud and beloved, desiring to enjoy her beloved; with previous memories, eager-faced, her inner nature restrained, possessing her original splendor, like a lotus blossoming. Now, having obtained her boon, with this very body, she goes to the king, seeking to attain her husband, traveling by the path of the sky to the heavenly realm. Thinking thus, joyfully, with the banner of the great makara raised high, she soared, graceful in form, like a bird in the sky. There, the maiden received a message sent for her welfare, as if emerging before her from the great mirror of her own resolve. “I am your daughter, friend Jnapti; welcome to you, beautiful one. Awaiting only you, I have remained here on the path of the sky.” “O goddess with water-like eyes, lead me to my husband; for the sight of the great is never fruitless.” Saying, “Let us go there,” the maiden, intent on showing the path, stood before her in the sky. Following her, she reached a hollow in the atmosphere, clear and shining like a flawless hand or a well-drawn line. Then, crossing the path of clouds, rising through the currents of wind, she surpassed the course of the sun and entered the realm of stars. Swiftly passing through the worlds of wind, Indra, gods, and siddhas, she reached the outer shell of the universe belonging to Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva. Just as the cold inside a pot may be felt outside its wall, so she, accomplished by her resolve, emerged outside the universes. She experiences this bewilderment within, arising solely from the bodies created by her own mind and the radiance of her own intention. Then, crossing the nine coverings—water and others—beyond the universe, she reached the expanse of the great consciousness-sky. With extreme speed, she ran through an expanse whose limits and end were unseen, surpassing even Garuda in every direction, and even in hundreds of millions of aeons.