Salutations are offered to the Lord who is adorned with hair partly matted and partly loose, whose form is sometimes dried up, sometimes deformed, sometimes blood-red, smoky, or blue-necked. Homage is paid to the Unmatched One, whose very deformity is auspicious, who shines as the Sun, as the Lord of the Sun, and who bears the banner emblazoned with the Sun. Praise is given to Him, the destroyer of countless hosts, the one with the mighty bull’s shoulder, who is Hiranyagarbha, the cosmic womb, and who wears golden armor. Salutations are to the one crowned with gold, the Lord of all that is golden, the slayer of enemies, the fierce one, and He who finds repose among leaves. He is the one whom all praise, who is praiseworthy, who is ever being praised—encompassing all, consuming all, and dwelling as the inner Self within all beings. To Him, who is the sacrificial fire, the sacred mantra, the bearer of the white banner, who is unbowed and yet bowed, and whose voice resounds, salutations are due. Homage is given to the Lord who lies down, who is lying, who rises, who stands, who runs, who is hunchbacked and crooked. He is the master of dance, the maker of mouth-instruments, the remover of obstacles, sometimes greedy, and the creator of song and musical instruments. Salutations to the eldest, the best, the destroyer of strength, the fierce—ever worthy of worship, and to the ten-armed one. Homage to Him who holds a skull in hand, who delights in white ashes, who is terrifying and formidable, and who observes the most terrible vows. He is the one with many deformed faces, with a sword-like tongue and fierce fangs, who measures time in fortnights and months, and who finds joy in the melodies of the lute and vina. He takes both terrible and non-terrible forms, more terrible than the terrible, and yet, He is Shiva, the peaceful, the most serene. Homage is given to the awakened one, the pure one, the lover of sharing, who moves as the wind, who flies, and who is devoted to Sāṃkhya. Salutations to the one with a fierce single bell, the bell-sounder and bell-bearer, who is adorned with countless bells and delights in garlands of bells. He is the staff of life, the eternal one, the red-hued; He utters ‘hūṃ hūṃ’, He is Rudra, and the lover of the form of Bhaga. Always, salutations to the one beyond the mountain, the lover of mountain trees, the lord of sacrifice, the very being, the progenitor. He is the bearer of sacrifice, the restrained one, the ascetic, and Bhaga; He is the bank, the bank-dweller, the lord of rivers. He gives food, is the lord of food, and the eater of food; He is the thousand-headed, the thousand-footed. Salutations to the Lord with a thousand-raised spears and a thousand eyes, to the one who glows with the color of the rising sun and who bears a youthful form. Homage to Him who takes the form of the rising sun, who is the playful child, the pure, the awakened, the agitator, and the destroyer. He is the one whose hair is marked with waves, who lets his hair fall loose, who is established in the six rites and regulated by three actions. He rightly establishes the distinct duties of the castes and stages of life; He is the most excellent, the eldest, and the one of many sounds. To the Lord with white and tawny eyes, with black and red eyes; to Dharma, Kāma, Artha, and Mokṣa, to Kratha and Krathana, salutations are offered. Homage is given to Sāṃkhya, to the foremost in Sāṃkhya, to the lord of yoga; to the charioteer, the chief charioteer, and the lord of crossroads. He is the one clad in black antelope skin, with a serpent as his sacred thread; He is Īśāna, He is the host of Rudras, He is Harikeśa. Salutations to Tryambaka, the lord of Ambikā, manifest and unmanifest, the destroyer of Kāla and Kāma, the slayer of the wicked and the unruly. He is the one despised by all, the destroyer of all, born in an instant, the maddener, whose hair is wet with the waters of the ever-turning Gaṅgā. He is adorned with the whirling crescent moon and swirling clouds; He is the maker and lord of food-giving. He is both the eater and the protector of food, the fire of dissolution, and the source of all born of womb, egg, sweat, or sprout. He alone, the lord of gods, is the fourfold host of beings; He is the creator and destroyer of all that moves and does not move. He is Brahmā, Lord of the Universe; in the waters, He is Brahman. He is the supreme source, the nectar-rayed one, the treasury of lights. Those who speak of Brahman declare Him to be the Ṛg, the Sāma, and the sacred syllable Oṃ. “Hāyi, hāyi, Hare, hāyi, huvāhā”—thus do they sing His praise. The best of the gods, the singers of the Sāma, and those versed in Brahman sing of Him; He is composed of Yajur, Ṛg, Sāma, and Atharva. He is recited by knowers of Brahman, by those versed in Kalpa and Upaniṣads—Brāhmaṇas, Kṣatriyas, Vaiśyas, Śūdras, and all people of every social order and stage of life. He alone is the communities of āśramas, the lightning and thunder, the year, the seasons, the months, and the half-months. He is the very divisions of time—kalās, kāṣṭhās, nimeṣas—the constellations and the ages; He is the hump of bulls and the peaks of mountains. He is the lion among beasts, the lord among serpents Takṣaka and Ananta; the ocean of milk among all seas; and among mantras, He is the syllable Oṃ. He is the thunderbolt among weapons, truth among vows; He alone is desire, aversion, passion, delusion, tranquility, and forgiveness. He is resolve, steadfastness, greed, desire, and anger, victory and defeat; He is the mace, the arrow, the bow, the club, and the mallet. He is the cutter, the breaker, the striker, the leader, and the counselor, as is known; He is dharma endowed with its ten characteristics, as well as artha and kāma. Thus, in all forms and functions, in all that is sacred and mundane, fierce and gentle, manifest and hidden, the Lord is present—one without a second, the source and end of all.