To the swift one, to Sharabha, the three-eyed bearer of the trident; to the drinker of soma, of clarified butter, of smoke, and of heat; to the pure and flaming one, the one born in an instant, to Death himself; to the eater of flesh, the dwarf, the wise one, and the lightning-formed—salutations. Salutations to the one sought by all, the most renowned, the descendant of Bharata, who pervades the midspace; to patience, to strength, to honor, to truth, and to the burning one. To the destroyer of Tripura, to the shining one, to the wielder of the discus, to the hairy one; to the one with sharp weapons, the pure, the accomplished, and to Pulastya—salutations. To the radiant one, the fragmentary, the abundant, the bull; to the serpent, the gatherer, the peaceful, and the one with upward-flowing seed—homage. To the destroyer of sin, the destroyer of sacrifice, to Death, the one worthy of sacrifice; to the blazing one, the wise, the fire, and the tender shoot—salutations. To the sandy one, the clear, the most excellent, the one with vision; to the swift bull, the one with a good bow, the most pure, and the beloved—homage. To the destroyer of demons, the destroyer of cattle, the obstacle, the one who lies down; to the wandering one, the great, the end, and the difficult to reach—salutations. To the skillful, to the lowest, to the lord of the worlds; to the free from disease, to the upright, to the one established in union—homage. To the golden-armed, the truthful, the pacifier; to the dark-skinned, the one born in the month of Magha, the destroyer, the one-eyed—salutations. To the most excellent, to Vamadeva, to Ishana, to the wise; to the one of great duration, to the shining, to the radiant, to the laughing one—homage. To the one with a curved bow, the clever, the charioteer, the one with an army; to the lord of Bhrigu, the pure, the fire, the desired, the wise—salutations. To the sinful, the blasphemer, the unfriendly, the friendly; to the sky-clad, the one clothed in hides, the destroyer of fortune—salutations. Salutations to the lord of cattle, to the lord of beings; to the breath, to the Rig, Yajur, and Sama, to the oblation, and to the nectar. To the one most characterized by the syllable 'vashat', to you, the inner self, salutations; to the creator, the supporter, the sacrificer, the destroyer, and the remover. To the one who is past, future, and present, to you, the soul of time, salutations; to the Vasus, to the Sadhyas, to Rudra, Aditya, and the Ashvins. To the all-pervading, to Marut, to you, the soul of the gods, salutations; to Agni, Soma, the priests, to the one who is praised, to the lord of cattle, and to the plants. To the southern and final bath, to you, the soul of sacrifice, salutations; to austerity, to truth, to renunciation, and to tranquility. Homage to you, who are the soul of yoga, for nonviolence, non-covetousness, excellent appearance, and for being the self of all beings. Homage to you, who are the soul of the worlds: of earth, of the atmosphere, of heaven, of the great realm, of Jana, of Tapas, and of Truth. Homage to you, who are the soul of the principles: the unmanifest, the great, the elements, the senses, the subtle elements, and the great one. Homage to you, who are the eternal soul: eternal, marked by meaning, subtle, conscious, pure, and powerful. Salutations to you in the three worlds, at the ends of heaven, in the states from becoming onward, at the ends of truth, in the great ones, and in the four realms. O Lord, in this hymn of praise by me, whatever has been spoken rightly or wrongly, as your devotee and as one devoted to Brahman, you should forgive all that. Thus, having worshipped the Lord of gods, Īśāna, the blue-red one, and bowing to him as Brahman, with joined palms he spoke these words. Bhava, pleased, touched the body of Kāvyā with his hand, granted her the vision she desired, and then vanished right there. When the Lord of gods had disappeared, his attendant Jayantī, standing with joined palms, spoke to Kāvyā: “Who are you, O fortunate one? Whose are you? Why are you sorrowful when I am in distress? Endowed with great austerity, for what purpose do you protect me?” Moved by Jayantī’s devotion, humility, self-restraint, and affection, Kāvyā replied warmly, “O beautiful-hipped, lovely-complexioned one, I am pleased with you. What do you desire, O best of women? What is your wish? Let it be fulfilled. Today I will grant it to you, even if it is very difficult to obtain.” Jayantī answered, “You should know by your austerity what I intend, for you, established in Brahman, truly know my purpose.” Seeing her with divine sight, Kāvyā said, “O best of women, you are the wife of Indra, come here for my benefit. O beautiful-hipped, radiant one, you wish to be united with me here, unseen by all beings, for ten years. O best of women, fair-eyed, resembling the color of Indra’s fire, choose this boon from me, O sweet-spoken one.” Jayantī agreed, saying, “So be it. Let us go to the house, O intoxicated-eyed one.” Then, coming to his own house, the Lord was together with Jayantī. With her, the divine lady, he remained for ten years, unseen by all beings, enveloped by his own illusion. Meanwhile, the sons of Diti, seeing Kāvya arrive after fulfilling his purpose, joyfully approached his house, eager to see him. But when they came, they could not see their teacher, for he was concealed by Jayantī’s power. Realizing his kindness, they returned as they had come. During this time, Bṛhaspati, knowing that Kāvya was obstructed, acted for the sake of his father, for ten years, desiring Jayantī’s welfare. Understanding the interval, then, prompted as if by the Daityas, he assumed the form of Kāvya and addressed the Asuras.