Verse 14

⁸Some, holding the mind, remember the Person of a span's measure who dwells in the space of the heart within their own body, four-armed, bearing lotus and discus, conch and mace: ⁹his face gracious, his eyes long as lotus petals, his garment yellow as the kadamba's filaments, his golden armlets shining with great jewels, his crown and earrings flashing with great jewels; ¹⁰his tender feet set by the lords of yoga upon the seat at the heart of the opened lotus; marked with Sri, the Kaustubha jewel at his throat, covered with a forest garland whose beauty does not fade; ¹¹adorned with a girdle and with rings, with anklets and bracelets and the rest, all of great worth; his glossy, spotless, curling dark locks about a shining face made lovely by its laughter;

¹²his abundant grace made plain by the lift of his brows above eyes bright with a noble and playful smile. Let a person look upon this Lord, who is made of thought, for as long as the mind will stand firm in its holding. ¹³Let him call up the limbs of the mace-bearer before his mind one by one, from the feet as far as the smile; and each place once mastered let him leave, and hold the next above it, as his understanding grows clean step by step. ¹⁴For as long as the yoga of devotion has not arisen towards this lord of the universe, the seer, the higher and the lower, let him, made pure, remember the grosser form of the Person at the ending of his rites.