He who is without beginning stands as the eternal support of both earth and heavens, embodying all prosperity and unmatched heroism. Adorned with beautiful armlets, he is the very source from which all arises—the origin of every being and their births. His valor is formidable, awe-inspiring and terrifying to behold. He is the firm foundation and the sacred abode, the sustainer of all existence. His smile blooms like a radiant flower, ever wakeful and ever watchful. Rising upward along the path of righteousness, he is the giver of life itself—the sacred syllable Om, the supreme reward sought by all. He is the measure by which all is known, the seat and sustainer of life, and its very essence. He is the ultimate reality, the knower of all reality, the one self who transcends the cycles of birth, death, and old age. He is the earth, the heavens, and the highest celestial realm. Like a great tree offering refuge, he is the deliverer from all sorrow. He is the sun that illumines, the great grandsire who creates, and the sacrifice itself. He is the lord of sacrifice, the performer, the parts, and the vehicle through which sacrifice is carried out. He upholds every sacrifice, performs and enjoys it, and is the very means by which it is completed. He is the secret at the heart of sacrifice, both the food offered and the one who partakes of it. His own self is his womb; he is self-born and the one who brought forth the earth. He is the melodious song of the Sāma Veda, the delight of Devakī, the creator, the lord of the earth, and the destroyer of all sins. He bears the conch, wields the sword Nandaka, holds the discus, and carries the mighty bow Śārṅga. In his hands is the mace, and the wheel is his weapon; he is unshakable, armed with every weapon. Om, obeisance to him who is adorned with the forest garland, who bears the mace, the bow Śārṅga, the conch, the discus, and the sword Nandaka. May the glorious Nārāyaṇa, Viṣṇu, Vāsudeva—armed with all weapons—protect us always.