Jai Sri Ram,
I must contrive some plan which may do good to the sage and serve as a diversion for me, then bowing his head at the feet of Sri Hari, Narada departed, the pride of his heart had swelled, the lord of Laxmi then set his Maya into operation, now hear of her relentless doings, the Lord's mya created on the way a city with an area of eight hundred square miles, the manifold architectural beauties of that city excelled even those of Vishnu's own capital,
It was inhabited by graceful men and women, whom you would take to be so many incarnations of the god of love and his wife Rati, A king Silannidhi by name, ruled over that city, he owned a number of horses, elephants, troops, he possessed the grandeur and luxury of hundred Indras and was a repository of grace, splendor, might, and wisdom,
He had a daughter, Vishvamohini, by name, whose beauty entrapped even Lakshmi, She was no other than Sri Hari's own Maya that enraptured potency, the fountainhead of all virtues, who can describe her charm, the princes were going to marry by self-choice, hence kings beyond numbers arrived there as suitors, the sportive Sage Narada entered the city and inquired everything from people, hearing all that had been going there,
He wended his way to the king's palace, the king paid him homage and gave him a seat, the king brought and showed the princess to Narada and Said, tell me after mature thought what is good or bad about her, seeing her beauty the sage forget all about his dispassion and remained gazing on her for a long,
May Lord bless all,
Thanks, please
