He is the one who bears the burdens of all, known as the yogi and revered as the lord of yogis. He is the fulfiller of every desire, the ultimate place of rest for all beings. He is the ascetic, sometimes appearing emaciated through penance, yet also radiant as the golden-winged one, whose very vehicle is the wind itself. He is the archer who wields the bow and is the very knowledge of the bow. He holds the staff, subdues all, and is the embodiment of self-control. Unconquered and all-enduring, he restrains even the unrestrained and remains ever infallible. Steadfast in virtue, he is adorned with purity and truth. Ever devoted to the path of righteousness, he is intent and focused, worthy of affection and honor. All that he does is dear to his devotees, and through his presence, love grows and flourishes. He moves freely through the sky, radiant and splendid, delighting in the offerings made to him. All-pervading, he is the sun itself—the shining one who illuminates all worlds, the begetter of life, whose very eyes are the sun. He is without end, the eternal enjoyer and experiencer, the giver of happiness, born in countless ways yet always the eldest. Never does he succumb to despair; ever patient, he is the foundation of all worlds and a wonder beyond compare. He is eternal, the most ancient among the eternal ones, known as Kapila, the undying, the giver of well-being and doer of good. He is auspiciousness itself, the enjoyer and bestower of all that is auspicious. Never fierce, he is adorned with earrings and bears the mighty discus. He strides with power and commands with strength. Transcending sound, yet enduring it, he is cool and brings the gentle night. He is never cruel, but ever charming, skillful, and dexterous—the foremost among the forgiving. Supreme in knowledge and free from fear, his praise and the very act of hearing about him bring great merit. He is the deliverer, the destroyer of evil deeds, the pure one who dispels bad dreams. He is the slayer of heroes when needed, the protector, saintly, the giver of life, and ever steadfast. His forms are infinite, his glory without end. He has conquered anger and removes all fear. Four-sided, 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 heaven, the embodiment of prosperity, and a hero of surpassing might. 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 of all, the sustainer, whose smile is like a blossoming flower, ever wakeful. Ascending upward, he follows the path of righteousness, bestows life, is the sacred syllable Om, and the supreme reward sought by all. He is the standard by which all is measured, the seat and sustainer of life, the very essence of life itself. He is the ultimate reality, the knower of reality, the one self who transcends birth, death, and old age. He is the earth, the heavens, and the highest realm. He is the tree of refuge, the deliverer, the sun, and the great grandsire. He is the sacrifice, the lord of sacrifice, the performer and the parts of sacrifice, and the very vehicle by which sacrifice is offered. He upholds and performs the sacrifice, is the sacrificer and the enjoyer of offerings, the very means and completion of sacrifice. He is the secret of the sacrifice, both the food and the eater of food. His own self is his womb; he is self-born, the one who dug out the earth, the song of the Sāma Veda, and the delight of Devakī. He is the creator, lord of the earth, and the destroyer of sins. He bears the conch, wields the sword Nandaka, holds the discus and the mighty bow Śārṅga, and carries the mace. The wheel is his weapon, and he is unshakable, armed with all weapons. Endowed with all arms—Om, obeisance!—he wears the forest garland, bears the mace, wields the bow Śārṅga, holds the conch, and carries the discus and the sword Nandaka. He is the glorious Nārāyaṇa, Viṣṇu, and Vāsudeva. May he ever protect us.