“The Gandharva replied, ’O Partha, the story of Vasishtha is regarded as a Purana (legend) in all the three worlds.  Listen to me as I recite it fully.  There was, in Kanyakuvja, O bull of Bharata’s race, a great king of worldwide fame named Gadhi, the son of Kusika.  The virtuous Gadhi had a son named Viswamitra, that grinder of foes, possessing a large army and many animals and vehicles.  And Viswamitra, accompanied by his ministers, used to roam in quest of deer through the deep woods and over picturesque marascetic penances the propitious lord Vivaswat, by the help of Vasishtha’s (ascetic power).  And Samvarana, that bull among men with due rites took Tapati’s hand on that mountain-breast which was resorted to by the celestials and the Gandharvas.  The royal sage, with the permission of Vasishtha, desired to sport with his wife on that mountain.  And the king caused Vasishtha, to be proclaimed his regent in his capital and kingdom, in the woods and gardens.  And bidding farewell unto the monarch, Vasishtha left him and went away.  Samvarana, who sported on that mountain like a celestial, sported with his wife in the woods and the under-woods on that mountain for twelve full years.  And, O best of the Bharatas, the god of a thousand eyes poured no rain for twelve years on the capital and on the kingdom of that monarch.  Then, O chastiser of enemies, when that season of drought broke out, the people of that kingdom, as also the trees and lower animals began to die fast.  And during the continuance of that dreadful drought, not even a drop of dew fell from the skies and no corn grew.  And the inhabitants in despair, and afflicted with the fear of hunger, left their homes and fled away in all directions.  And the famished people of the capital and the country began to abandon their wives and children and grew reckless of one another.  The people being afflicted with hunger, without a morsel of food and reduced to skeletons, the capital looked very much like the city of the king of the dead, full of only ghostly beings.  On beholding the capital reduced to such a state, the illustrious and virtuous and best of Rishis, Vasishtha was resolved upon applying a remedy and brought back unto the city that tiger among kings, Samvarana, along with his wife, after the latter had passed so long a period in solitude and seclusion.  After the king had entered his capital, things became as before, for, when that tiger among kings came back to his own, the god of a thousand eyes, the slayer of Asuras, poured rain in abundance and caused corn to grow.  Revivified by the foremost of virtuous souls the capital and the country became animated with extreme joy.  The monarch, with his wife, Tapati, once more performed sacrifices for twelve years, like the lord Indra (god of rain) performing sacrifices with his wife, Sachi.’

“The Gandharva continued, ’This, O Partha, is the history of Tapati of old, the daughter of Vivaswat.  It is for her that thou art (called) Tapatya.  King Samvarana begot upon Tapati a son named Kuru, who was the foremost of ascetics.  Born in the race of Kuru, thou art, O Arjuna, to be called Tapatya.’”