In that very place, all auspiciousness resided; it was a sacred land, a true hermitage of austerity. There, the need for elaborate hymns or offerings seemed almost unnecessary, for the atmosphere itself was so charged with sanctity—why even mention meditation? It was there that Aditi, the revered mother, stood unharmed, untouched by the fierce discus of Vishnu. Suddenly, before her appeared the divine bearer of the conch, discus, and mace—Vishnu himself, radiant and compassionate. He approached Aditi, touched her gently with his holy hand, and addressed her, the beloved wife of Kashyapa, with words full of kindness: “You have endured much and grown weary for so long. Blessings to you, O gentle one; without a doubt, prosperity shall be yours. Do not fear, O blessed Aditi; surely, auspiciousness is destined for you.” Overwhelmed, Aditi bowed low before him, the one who brings happiness to all worlds, and began to praise him. She recognized in him the distinction of qualities like sattva, the very cause of all worldly activity. Though his form was singular and seemingly without qualities, his very essence was that of all qualities. He was ever affectionate to true devotees, his nature the embodiment of auspiciousness. With deep reverence, she said, “I bow to that primeval Lord for the fulfillment of my heart’s desire. I bow to him who is the cause of the universe, who is united in all things, and yet the master of all illusion. I salute him whose very form is the universe, who is its origin, and who is revered by all. Those who have approached him have attained supreme perfection; I salute the lotus-navelled one. I bow to him who is ever close to his devotees, who mingles with the devoted, yet remains untouched by association. I bow to the giver of the fruits of sacrifice, the awakener of sacrificial acts. I bow to the supreme abode, the witness of all worlds, who appeared at the very beginning of creation. Thus, I salute him, the leader of the world, the teacher of the universe. “None truly know his supreme nature; yet I bow to him, the Lord of all. His true being is beyond all proof—I bow to him, the witness of knowledge. From his thighs arose the Vaiśyas; from his feet, the Śūdras were born. From his mouth came Agni and Indra; from his breath, Vāyu came forth. Repeated salutations to you, O Lord, endowed with six limbs. You are Agni, Nirṛti, Varuṇa, and the Sun as well. The mountains, Siddhas, Gandharvas, rivers, earth, and oceans—all these are your forms. O God, all forms are but your own; therefore, may there always be salutations to you. “O Janārdana, protector of all, please shield my sons, who are afflicted by the Daityas.” With palms joined and tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, Aditi pleaded, “Grant unblemished prosperity to my sons, the dwellers of heaven. O Lord of Śrī, what is unknown to you? Why do you test me, O Master? O Lord of the gods, I am childless, oppressed by the Daityas. O Lord, after vanquishing them, grant prosperity to my sons.” The wise Lord, gladdening the heart of the mother of the gods, spoke with respect: “O goddess, such deep affection for one’s sons is rare among those who are rivals. Yet, their supreme prosperity and offspring shall never diminish at any time. One who is truly wise does not grieve for his children; this is the eternal law. He is the cause of all, the lord of all, with countless universes as his very pores. O Lord of lords, how can I, your servant, ever sustain you, O Master?” Thus unfolded the sacred dialogue between Aditi and the Supreme Lord, filled with reverence, assurance, and the promise of divine protection.