‘I reverence you, who are so fond of your faithful followers, compassionate and gentle of disposition. I worship your lotus feet, which bestow upon the desireless your own abode in heaven.

I worship you, O Lord, dark and exquisitely beautiful, Mount Mandara to churn the ocean of mundane existence, with eyes like the full-blown lotus, the dispeller of pride and every other vice.

Immense is the might of your long arms, O Lord, and immeasurable your glory. Equipped with quiver and bow and arrows, you are the ruler of the three spheres;

- the ornament of the Solar race; the breaker of Shiva’s bow; the delight of the greatest saints and sages; the destroyer of the demon hosts (the enemies of the gods);

- worshipped by Kamadeva’s foe (Lord Shiva); reverenced by Brahma and the other divinities; the embodiment of pure consciousness; the dispeller of all error;

Lakshmi’s lord: the mine of felicity and the salvation of the saints. I worship you with your consort and your brother, yourself the beloved younger brother of Indra, Shachi’s lord.

Men who unenviously worship your lotus feet slip not into the ocean of rebirth with all its billows of controversy.