With reverence and awe, the devotee offers salutations to the divine, acknowledging the vastness and variety of Rudra’s manifestations. To those who release and those who shoot, to those who sleep and those who wake, to those who lie down, sit, stand, and run—salutations are extended, recognizing the presence of the divine in every state and action. The devotee bows to assemblies and their leaders, to horses and their lords, to female warriors and their troops, to the mighty ones among them. Groups and their chiefs, hosts and their commanders, the clever and their guides, the deformed and the all-formed—all receive homage, for Rudra dwells in every form and gathering. Armies and their commanders, charioteers and those without chariots, drivers and gatherers, the great and the small—each is honored. Carpenters and chariot-makers, potters and artisans, Nishadas and heap-makers, dogs and hunters—all are included in these salutations, for the divine pervades all crafts and creatures. Dogs and their lords, Bhava and Rudra, Sharva and the lord of cattle, the blue-necked and the fair-throated—all aspects and names of the divine are revered. The one with matted hair and the shaven-headed, the thousand-eyed and the bearer of a hundred bows, the lord of the mountains and the one who pervades, the most generous and swift-moving—all are saluted, acknowledging the infinite attributes of Rudra. The short and the dwarf, the great and the greater, the aged and the one who increases, the foremost and the first—all are honored, for Rudra is both small and vast, old and ever-renewing. The swift and the fleet, the rapid and the quick, the wave and the flowing, the roaring and the island-dweller—each receives homage, recognizing the divine in movement and stillness, in water and land. Salutations are given to the eldest and the youngest, to those born before and after, to those in the middle and not fully grown, to the lowest and the base. The splendid and the returning, the southern and the peaceful, the renowned and the final, the fertile and the threshing ground—all are honored, for Rudra is present in all directions and states. The wild and the border, the hearing and the echoing, the swift army and the swift chariot, the hero and the penetrator—all receive salutations, acknowledging the divine in the peripheries and the heart of action. The one in the cave and the armored, with armor and shield, the renowned and the renowned army, the drum and the invincible—all are honored, recognizing protection and victory as divine blessings. The bold and the toucher, the one with a quiver and skilled in arrows, the sharp-arrowed and the armed, the self-armed and the good bowman—salutations flow, for Rudra is the master of weapons and skill. The flowing and the path, the ditch and the heap, the canal and the lake, the roaring and the tranquil—all are honored, seeing Rudra in every landscape and sound. The well and the pit, the watercourse and the heated, the pure and the lightning, the rainy and the non-rainy—salutations are offered, acknowledging Rudra in both nourishment and transformation. The windy and the rushing, the resident and the guardian of the dwelling, Soma and Rudra, the copper-colored and the red—each aspect is revered, for the divine is in the elements and the protectors. The horned and the lord of cattle, the fierce and the terrible, the slayer at the front and at a distance, the killer and the one to be killed, the trees and the green-haired, the star—all are included, recognizing Rudra’s presence in life and death, in vegetation and the cosmos. Salutations flow to the source of happiness and the bringer of joy, the beneficent and the maker of happiness, the auspicious and the most auspicious, for Rudra is the wellspring of well-being. To the one at the boundary and beyond, the one who crosses and lifts across, at the ford and the canal, the grassy and the foamy—each is honored, seeing the divine in transitions and passages. The sandy and the flowing, the stony and the decaying, the one with matted hair and the descendant of Pulastya, the desert and the broad path—salutations are given, for Rudra is in every terrain and lineage. The one in the pasture and the cattle pen, on the mat and in the house, in the heart and in the dwelling, in the ditch and in the cavern—each receives homage, acknowledging the divine in every home and hidden place. The dry and the green, the dusty and the misty, the ploughed and the tilled, the earth and the sunlit—salutations are offered, for Rudra is in all conditions of the land. The leafy and the leaf-bearer, the one who uproots and strikes, shakes and makes tremble, the makers of arrows and bows—each is honored, recognizing the divine in growth, change, and craftsmanship. Salutations flow to the scatterers, to the hearts of the gods, to the searchers, to the destroyers, to the invincible—acknowledging Rudra’s power over all. The devotee addresses Rudra, destroyer, lord of food, impoverished one, blue and red-hued: “Do not harm these beings, these cattle; do not strike or injure us in any way.” To Rudra, the mighty, the matted-haired, the destroyer of the brave, the devotee offers thoughts and prayers, seeking peace for bipeds and quadrupeds, that all in the village may be nourished and free from distress. The devotee implores Rudra’s auspicious, beneficent form, the universal healer and remedy for suffering, to grant happiness and life. May Rudra’s missile turn away, may his fierce wrath and evil intention pass by; O gracious one, protect the generous, shield the children and descendants, grant mercy. Most generous and auspicious, be kindly toward us; set your weapon down on the highest tree, clad in a hide, come near, bearing your bow Pinaka. To the scatterer, red-hued lord, homage is offered; may your thousand missiles fall elsewhere, away from us. Thousands upon thousands are your missiles, O Lord, in your arms; of these, be the master, turn their faces away from us. Countless thousands of Rudras are upon the earth; at a thousand leagues’ distance, may their bows be laid down. In the vast ocean and the atmosphere, you dwell; at a thousand leagues’ distance, may their bows be laid down. Blue-necked, white-throated Rudras who have ascended to heaven, and those who move upon the earth below—may their bows be laid down at a thousand leagues’ distance. Those among the trees, tawny, blue-necked, red-hued; those who are lords of beings, arrow-bearers, matted-haired; those who guard the paths, leaders of travelers, wielding weapons of life; those who roam the fords, holding clubs and bearing quivers; those who strike people eating food or drinking from vessels—may their bows be laid down at a thousand leagues’ distance. Thus, the devotee, with humility and devotion, seeks peace and protection from Rudra, honoring his infinite forms and powers, and praying for the well-being of all creation.