Where the lovely land north of Kuru is, and the beautiful Mount Meru, humans born there are unselfish, without possessions. They do not sow the seed, nor do they draw the plough. The rice eaten by people ripens in untilled soil, free of powder or husk, pure, fragrant, with only the rice-grain. After cooking in a tandoor oven, they enjoy eating that food. Having prepared a cow with hooves uncloven, they’re drawn about from place to place. Having prepared a beast with hooves uncloven, they’re drawn about from place to place. Having prepared a woman-drawn carriage, they’re drawn about from place to place. Having prepared a man-drawn carriage, they’re drawn about from place to place. Having prepared a girl-drawn carriage, they’re drawn about from place to place. Having prepared a boy-drawn carriage, they’re drawn about from place to place. Having ascended their vehicle, that king’s servants tour about in every quarter, provided with heavenly vehicles of elephant and of horse. And there are palaces and palanquins for that great and glorious king. And he has cities, too, well-built in the sky: Āṭānāṭā, Kusināṭā, Parakusināṭā, Nāṭapuriyā, and Parakusiṭanāṭā. To the north is Kapīvanta, and Janogha lies beyond. And there’s Navanavutiya, Ambara-ambaravatiya, and the royal capital named Āḷakamandā.