He is the One who became many, manifesting in countless forms, the very Svarbhanu who brings about eclipses, immeasurable and the very principle of movement itself. In the joy of his dance, he is both the eternal dancer and the one who delights in performance, savoring all pleasures. Fierce and steadfast in austerity, he is the eternal noose, dwelling upon mountains and yet pervading the sky itself. With a thousand hands, ever-victorious and resolute, he is tireless in all his endeavors. Unassailable, he is the very essence of boldness. He is the destroyer of sacrifices and desire, the one who took away the sacrifice of Daksha. Patient and easily endured, he stands as the mediator among all. He takes away brilliance and destroys strength, yet remains joyful, embodying meaning itself. Unconquered, he is the lowest among the low, his voice deep and profound, riding a vehicle of immense power. He assumes the form of the banyan tree, is the banyan tree itself, and abides within the ears of trees, pervading all things. His teeth are sharp, his body and mouth vast and great. He is Viṣvaksena, he is Hari, and he is the sacrifice itself. His vehicle triumphs in battle. He is of intense heat, with tawny horses, a steadfast companion, and one who knows the proper time for action. Pleased by Viṣṇu, he is the sacrifice, the ocean, and the mouth of the submarine fire. Accompanied by the fire-god, tranquil in self, he is himself the fire-god. His radiance is fierce and great, the very cause of birth, knower of the time of victory. He is the abode of light, accomplishment itself, and indeed, all forms. He appears crested, shaven-headed, and matted-haired, blazing with energy, born in many forms, crowned and mighty. He plays the flute, the drum, and the cymbals. Fierce and dreadful, his fangs are dark. He is the embodiment of the stars, intelligence, and discernment. He is dissolution and the unapproachable one, lord of creatures, all-armed, the principle of division, all-pervading, and faceless. He is the liberator, the good path, born adorned with golden armor, born from the phallus, moving with strength, traversing the earth, and flowing as well. He is the sound of all musical instruments, the possessor of every musical accompaniment. He takes the form of a serpent, dwells in caves, is mysterious and garlanded, and knows the waves’ secrets. He upholds the three worlds and all times, releasing all from the bonds of karma. He is the bondage of the lords of the asuras and the destroyer of enemies in battle. He is the serenity of Sāṅkhya, difficult to dwell with, yet honored by all the virtuous. He is the one who overcomes, the knower of distinctions, incomparable, and the knower of the shares of sacrifice. He dwells everywhere, moves everywhere, difficult for others to dwell with, and is the lord of all dwelling places. Immortal and golden, he is the maker of gold, beyond sacrifice, supporter of all, and the best among bearers. His eyes are red and great, his gaze victorious. Skillful, he is the gatherer and restrainer, the doer, and the one who wears a serpent-skin garment. He is both foremost and not foremost, the embodiment of all forms, the bestower of all desires, granting favor at all times. Supremely strong, he bears the very form of strength. He gives all desired boons, the universal giver, with faces everywhere. Formless as space, of many appearances, he descends, unrestrained, and moves through the sky. His form is fierce, radiant like the sun with many rays, full of splendor, swift as the wind and mind, and he moves in the night. He dwells in all, abides in prosperity, gives instruction, yet remains actionless—a sage, self-illuminated, destroyer of ignorance, and bestower of thousands of gifts. He is the bird, he has the form of a bird, exceedingly radiant, lord of the worlds. He is madness, the god of love and desire, the sacred fig tree, the giver of meaning, and fame. He is Vāmadeva, gentle, the east, the south, and the dwarf. He is the accomplished yogi, the great sage, one whose aims are fulfilled, and the accomplisher of perfection. He is the mendicant and takes the form of a mendicant, the merchant, gentle and imperishable. He is Mahāsena, Viśākha, the sixth part, and the lord of cows. He holds the thunderbolt in his hand, the supporter, the restrainer of armies. He does right and wrong, is the palm tree, sweet, with honey-like eyes. Master of speech, possessor of strength, ever worshipped in hermitages and by those who seek refuge, celibate, moving among the worlds, moving everywhere, and knower of all inquiry. He is lord of the northeast, supreme ruler, time itself, wanderer of the night, bearer of the Pinaka bow, abiding in causes, himself the cause, Nandi, bestower of joy, remover of affliction, lion, destroyer, time, creator, and grandsire. He is lord of Nandi, Nandi himself, source and increaser of joy, remover of fortune, destroyer, time, Brahma, and the grandsire. He is the four-faced one, the great and beautiful emblem, overseer of the emblem, chief of the gods, chief of yogis, and bringer of the ages. He is the overseer and creator of seeds, the one who follows the inner self, strength itself; he is history, resolve, Gautama, and the maker of night. He is hypocrisy, yet free from hypocrisy, the semblance of hypocrisy; subject to control, the controller, the age of strife, creator of worlds, lord of beings, the great creator, and without remedy. He is the imperishable, the supreme Brahman, powerful, the very wheel; justice and injustice, pure in soul, pure, worthy of honor, and the one who comes and goes. Greatly gracious, of auspicious dreams, the mirror, the conqueror of enemies; maker of the Vedas, maker of mantras, wise, and the crusher of foes in battle. He abides in great clouds, exceedingly fierce, the enchanter; his flame is fire, his blaze immense, enveloped in thick smoke, the oblation and the offering. He is virile, beneficent, ever radiant, bannered with smoke; dark-hued, attached to his devotees, beautiful, and without impediment. He grants well-being, is the state of well-being, possessor and giver of shares, light itself; both the support and the great body, devoted to the great womb. He is dark in complexion and also golden, the sense of all embodied beings; his feet and hands are great, his body vast, and his fame immense. His head is great, his measure vast, his eyes immense, the abode of night; the great ender, his ears, lips, and jaws are all great. His nose is great, his neck mighty, his throat massive; he partakes of the cremation ground. His chest and breast are vast and immense; he is the inner self and the abode of wild creatures. He is pendant, with hanging lips, the great illusion, the ocean of milk; his teeth, fangs, tongue, and mouth are all great. His nails are great, his hair is great, his locks are great and matted. He is gracious, he is favor itself, trustworthy, and the support of the mountain. Thus is he—beyond all comprehension, the very heart of all that exists, the One who is many, the many who are One.