Behold the One who shines with radiant brilliance, the supreme among all who wield weapons, who restrains and subdues with swiftness and might. He is adorned with many horns, the elder brother of Gada, whose presence is awe-inspiring. In his wondrous nature, he manifests in four forms, with four arms and four distinct expressions, walking four paths. He is the essence of fourfold existence, the knower of the four Vedas, and stands firm upon one foot, upholding all. He is the whirling cycle of time, whose essence never turns back, unconquerable and insurmountable. Hard to attain and difficult to approach, he is the fortress none can easily dwell in, the destroyer of formidable enemies. His form is auspicious, the very essence of the worlds, subtle as a fine thread, and the increaser of that thread. He performs the deeds of Indra and other great acts, is the knower of all accomplished scriptures, and the source of all. He is the origin, beautiful and charming, with a navel like a gem and eyes lovely as lotus petals. He is the Sun, the nourisher, horned and victorious, the conqueror of all who know everything. He is like a golden drop, unshakable, the lord of all masters of speech, the great lake, the great pit, the great element, and the great treasure. He delights in the earth, grants happiness, and is pure like jasmine. He is the rain-giver, the purifier, the wind itself. His desires are immortal, his form is immortal, he is all-knowing and faces everywhere. He is easily attained, of excellent vows, accomplished and victorious over enemies, the tormentor of foes. He is the banyan tree, the cluster fig, the sacred fig, and the destroyer of Chanura and Andhaka. His radiance is a thousandfold; he has seven tongues, is kindled in seven ways, and rides seven vehicles. He is formless, sinless, inconceivable, and both the creator and destroyer of fear. Subtle yet vast, slender and massive, he bears all qualities and yet transcends them. He is the great one, unsupported, self-supported, self-faced, the ancient ancestor, and the increaser of the lineage. He bears the burden of the worlds, known as the yogi, lord of yogis, and fulfiller of all desires. He is the place of rest, the ascetic, the emaciated, the golden-winged, and the one whose vehicle is the wind. He wields the bow and is the very knowledge of the bow, the staff, the subduer, and the essence of self-control. Unconquered and all-enduring, he restrains and releases, and is ever infallible. Steadfast in virtue, pure, truthful, and devoted to the path of righteousness, he is intent, worthy of affection and honor, performing what is dear, increasing love. He moves through the sky, radiant and splendid, the enjoyer of offerings, all-pervading. He is the Sun, the shining one, the illuminator and begetter, whose eyes are the very sun itself. He is endless, the experiencer, giver of happiness, born in many ways, and the eldest. Never despondent, always patient, he is the foundation of the worlds and wondrous. Eternal and most ancient among the eternal, he is Kapila, the undying one, giver of well-being, doer and enjoyer of all auspiciousness, and the giver of auspicious gifts. He is not fierce, yet powerful; he wears earrings, bears the discus, strides with power, and commands with strength. He transcends sound, endures sound, is cool, and brings the night. He is not cruel, but charming, skillful, dexterous, supreme in forgiveness and knowledge, free from fear, and whose praise and hearing bring merit. The deliverer, destroyer of evil deeds, pure and dispeller of bad dreams, he is the slayer of heroes, the protector, saintly, giver of life, and ever steadfast. With infinite forms and endless glory, he has conquered anger and removes fear. Four-sided and profound in essence, he is the directions, the giver of directions, and the very directions themselves. He is without beginning, the support of earth and heavens, the embodiment of prosperity, exceedingly heroic, adorned with beautiful armlets. He is the source of all, the origin of beings and their births, formidable and of terrifying valor. He is the foundation and abode, the sustainer, whose smile is like a blossoming flower, ever wakeful, ascending upward, following the path of righteousness, the giver of life, the sacred syllable Om, and the supreme reward. He is the standard of measure, the seat and sustainer of life, the very essence of life, the ultimate reality, the knower of reality, the one self, transcending birth, death, and old age. He is the earth, the heavens, and the highest realm; the tree of refuge, the deliverer, the sun, the great grandsire. He is the sacrifice, the lord of sacrifice, the performer and parts of sacrifice, and the vehicle of sacrifice. He upholds, performs, and enjoys the sacrifice, is the means and completion of sacrifice, the secret of sacrifice, both the food and the eater of food. His womb is his own self, he is self-born, the one who dug out the earth, the song of the Sāma Veda, the delight of Devakī, the creator, the lord of the earth, and the destroyer of sins. He bears the conch, wields the sword Nandaka, holds the discus and the bow Śārṅga, and carries the mace. With the wheel as his weapon, he is unshakable and armed with all weapons. Armed with all weapons—Om, obeisance!—he wears the forest garland, bears the mace, wields the bow Śārṅga, holds the conch, the discus, and the sword Nandaka. He is the glorious Nārāyaṇa, Viṣṇu, Vāsudeva—may he ever protect us.