The wise declare that he is pure by nature, complete in himself, and the very embodiment of knowledge. To him—the form of the universe, the lord from whom the world began, Puruṣottama—we offer our reverent bows. To Viṣṇu, the venerable lord and ancient person, we bow for the attainment of all human goals. We bow to him, the soul of time, lord of the gods, who is himself the very form of all human aims. To that primeval god, the abode of all qualities, teacher of all beings, refuge of the infinite, we offer our salutations. We bow to the god whose nature is existence, consciousness, and supreme bliss, who is beyond form and attributes. We bow to that supreme, imperishable one, beloved of sacrifices, performer of sacrifices, purest of all. This divine one revealed the deeds of the royal sage to the gods. Narada, the sage, then journeyed to the place where the royal sage was engaged in deep austerities. The teacher of all worlds appeared before the king, adorned with shining earrings and radiant like a fully blossomed flower. He wore the sacred mark of Śrīvatsa and the Kaustubha gem, decorated with a garland of forest flowers. Upon seeing this divine presence, the king bowed low, prostrating himself on the ground. With deep devotion, he repeatedly uttered, "Kṛṣṇa, Kṛṣṇa," "Śrī Kṛṣṇa." The blessed creator of all beings, filled with compassion, spoke to him: "Your forefathers will come to my world. Praise them, and whatever you desire will be accomplished immediately. Therefore, worship the Lord with hymns; he is worthy of praise and grants happiness. O king, being honored by you, he will at once bestow prosperity." After imparting these words, the foremost sage vanished, and the king rose, filled with wonder and amazement, pondering what he should do next. He reassured himself, "This is certainly true; I should not entertain any doubt." Immersed in devotion, the king began to praise the Lord of all gods. He worshipped the Lord, the essence of Om, who is beyond the reach of proof. With reverence, he bowed to the universal form, addressing Virupaksha, the fierce-seeded one. The lords of yoga proclaim him; the king honored the one who increases strength. He offered salutations to the blue-throated one, and homage to the lord of beasts. He bowed to the one beyond creation and dissolution, and to the lord of all beings. He offered homage to the one with a skull in his hand, who wields the noose and the club. He saluted the five-faced god and the lord of the fields. To the one of many forms and appearances, who is qualityless and the supreme self, he offered his bows. He saluted Hiranyagarbha, the lord of gold, and the one whose form is meditation—the witness of meditation. He praised the one by whom this entire universe, both moving and unmoving, is made resplendent. He honored the one who, like rain from a cloud, is born from the Supreme Principle and the Person. The knowers of truth call him the illuminator, the sun of human eyes. He is the conqueror of death, the great god, the supreme among the supreme, all-pervading. "O Kaparddin," the king prayed, "I bow to you; salutations to the newly born. To Manyu, to Isha, to the lord of swift ones, to the thread of sacrifice, to you whose seed is fire—I offer salutations to the one of great soul." Thus, with heart full of devotion and wonder, the king worshipped the Lord in all his glorious forms.