With a heart full of reverence, I sought refuge in Vasudeva, the one whom the wise and meditative contemplate. I surrendered myself to Vasudeva, the supreme Brahman, and to the imperishable god who stands beyond the end of all actions. Even the greatest yogis strive to reach him, yet he remains unattainable to them; still, I take refuge in his boundless presence. I bowed to that eternal Lord, the imperishable creator, and to the ancient Master who was born at the dawn of time. At the moment of creation, I honored the eternal one, established as the source of all. I offered salutations to Viṣṇu, the primeval person and the destroyer of beings, acknowledging him as the original Lord who brings dissolution. I continued my homage to the eternal Viṣṇu, the embodiment of sacrifice, and to Rudra, the inner person, unchanging and everlasting. I bowed to the destroyer whose essence is Rudra, who dances the cosmic dance. With devotion, I saluted the all-pervading Lord from whom all beings have arisen, of whom every creature is but a portion, and in whom all are united as a single fragment. My prayers reached out to the infinite one, abiding in the midst of all, pervading every corner of existence. Through Viṣṇu, I sought the destruction of all my sins—those discerned by knowledge, and those accumulated through actions over countless births. I prayed for the dissolution of sins committed at the junctions of the day, whether by deed, mind, or speech, and for the purification of any inauspicious acts that might have been done by body, mind, or words. May all these transgressions quickly dissolve through the praise of Vāsudeva. The reproach arising from harming others, especially when directed at noble souls, I wished to be washed away, just as a vessel of salt disappears in water. Whatever wrongs were committed in previous births or during the course of life, let them too be dissolved in water, vanishing like salt. Again and again, I offered salutations to Janārdana, to Kṛṣṇa, the slayer of Ariṣṭa, Keśi, Caṇūra, and the enemies of the gods. Who else but he could destroy the pride of the king of the Haihayas with such force? Who else would slay Daśagrīva, along with his ministers and his city? He alone stands as the slayer or chastiser, the god of gods. Regardless of whether sins arise from knowledge or ignorance, from association with what is desired or undesired, whether they are called great or subsidiary, let all of them be destroyed for yogins, just as raw meat dissolves in water. Whoever gives or recites this hymn daily, attains the merit of both—the giver and the reciter. Such a person truly reaches the world of Viṣṇu; this I declare with certainty. Let this demon, trembling in every limb, release me now. The twice-born, free from desire, once again addressed the night-wanderer. The hymn to Viṣṇu, composed by Sarasvatī, was spoken—she uttered this hymn to Viṣṇu, a source of peace for all beings.