He is the One beyond all thought, whose form cannot be grasped by imagination. His head carries the fragrance of sandalwood, richly anointed and radiant with a red hue. He remains hidden, his eyes glowing red, enchanting all who behold him. His very nature is marked by a covetous delight in gain, ever bestowing prosperity and profit. None can overcome his limbs—he is beautiful, born of beauty itself, and the destroyer of all demons. Adorned with anklets, he grants prosperity and stands as the refuge of all. Manly and radiant as the sun, he is thoughtful and eloquent, removing impurities with discerning wisdom, and he is the lord of victory. He is both asleep and awake, always abiding in his true form. He brings happiness and is surrounded by joy. He cuts, moves through space, vanishes, dances, and acts upon the world, ever the dancer and lover of dance, the very sound of creation, infinite and possessed of endless qualities. He is the foundation and the destroyer of the universe, with a humble countenance and supreme skill in dance. Fierce and fulfilling desires, he is beloved and charming, master of all arts, embodying compassion, sometimes crooked, yet always upholding family traditions as the lord of the lineage. He is fierce, the foremost among hosts, the destroyer adorned with garlands, his face pleasing and red-hued, beloved of Revati, and the very essence of being. He is great Time itself, with mighty fangs, dispelling the fear of great serpents. His form is wild, the fire of time, his eyes like fire, the sun, and the moon. His mouth is white, adorned with white garlands and shining white teeth, his rays pure and white. Yet his nature is dark, lord of the Bhairavas, fortunate and divine, bestowing prosperity. He is the son of Bharga, dwelling in fortune and increasing it, bringing auspiciousness, pure, peaceful, excellent, worthy of being heard, and lord of Śacī. He is the origin and creator of the Vedas, the one to be known through them, eternal, the bestower and very essence of knowledge, Vedic, and one who has transcended the Vedas. Delighting in the sound of the Vedas, he is heroic and excellent, knowing the meaning of Vedas and Āgamas, knower of truth, possessor of heaven, virtuous and compassionate, composed of both existence and non-existence. He is free from disease, formless, fearless, and bears the eternal form. Without enmity, he destroys enemies, resembling an intoxicated elephant in his might. He bestows auspiciousness, son of Śiva, ever-increasing happiness, pure and white, a hundred-faced charmer, and relishes modaka sweets. God of gods, he is the source of light, steadfast and radiant, pure in soul, mind, and brilliance, devoted to purity. He is the refuge of all, honored by sages, heroic, bearing autumn lotuses, childlike, beloved of the peacock-rider, cool, and dear to Shiva. Auspicious, without origin, eternal and dissolver, devoted to dance, fearless and playful, delighting in the nectar of sport, graceful, the source of illusion and illusion itself. He is the wanderer, moon-bearer, sun, Saturn, delight of the earth; ever awakened, served by the wise, lord and protector of the earth, and strong. He is the soul, giver of life, victorious and worthy of praise, beloved by those who bow, creator, knower of the Jinas’ path, yet turning away from the Jain path. He is the son of Gauri, his voice that of a teacher, fair-limbed, worshipped by elephants; the supreme state, the highest abode, the supreme self, a poet, and born under Mars. He is Rahu, slayer of demon heads, Ketu adorned with golden earrings; lord of the planets, seizer and seized, the foremost, originator of deep sounds. Like a rain-cloud, he is stout and protective, broad-chested and supremely victorious, dwelling in the forest, lord and resident of the woods, comparable to Kama, the god of love. He is virtue itself, purified and holy, the supreme Self, complete in form, his appearance like the full moon’s digit; wrathful, yet fulfiller of all desires. He is the soul of the ages, upholder of yoga, performer and knower of sacrifice, lover of sacrifices, supporter of yoga, renowned, dear to those who offer, sustainer of herds, his body like a thunderbolt cage. He is Maṇibhadra, made of jewels, worthy of honor, the refuge of the fish-bannered one; himself fish-bannered, captivating, and increases the yoga of yogis. He is seer and creator, ascetic and possessor, beloved of ascetics, made of austerity, embodiment of austerity, the sun, rich in austerity. Radiant and liberating, wrathful and pleased, bearer of the spear and staff, fierce-rayed and unmanifest, holder of the water-pot, sinless. Passionate and engaged in action, he is time itself, the boar, whose cry echoes in all directions, the wanderer, worshipped by his lineage, destroyer of dullness, slayer of the inert. He is Jalandhara, dweller in the world, creator of laughter, forest-dweller, the oblation and endowed with offerings, with fire as his eye, golden and adorned with golden armlets. He is Sumeru and Himavan, the priest, son of Hara, bearer and lover of the plough, tranquil at heart, nourisher of his beloved’s heart. He dries up, removes afflictions, fierce and harsh, of a hard form, hunchbacked, intelligent, meditated upon and the object of meditation, wise, a treasure of compassion. Most distant, subduer, abiding in the heavens, giver and protector, pure and impartial, transcendent, versed in the Vedas, attainable, unconquerable, matted-haired and ageless. He is the life of beings, conqueror of enemies, pervader of the universe, the essence of the world, golden-hued, without beginning, lotus-eyed. Radiant and liberating, counselor, refuge of countless mantras, his essence the five elements, armed with five arrows, five-faced. He is the fifth, the last, and the first; complete, his hair adorned and curly, hard-hearted, adorned at the neck, graceful in intent. Of restless mind and broad nose, he embodies the forms of month, fortnight, and season; constant, swift-moving, righteous and virtuous, beloved of the celestial, and fire-like. He is Agastya, who swallowed the worlds, remover of the world’s impurities, the ocean, giver of heaven, beautiful-eyed, joyful, worshipped by the virtuous. Lord of Sati, of equal taste, Sanaka, straightforward, a god, dear to the gods, lord of wealth, Indra, worshipped by the wealthy. Giver of wealth, Lord of wealth, bestower of riches to the wealthy, king, lotus-eyed, giver of memory, clad in Krittika stars. Of the Ashvins, horse-faced, pure, Bharani, beloved of Bharani, seated in Krittika, kola, Rohi, with the sandals of Rohana. Thus is he—beyond all, yet present in all; the source, sustainer, and dissolver; the beloved refuge and the eternal mystery, ever worthy of praise and meditation.