Verse 23

²³one Person lying on a couch, the long coil of Sesa, pale as a lotus stalk, in the water at the age's end, whose darkness was struck away by the light of the jewels on the ten thousand hood-canopies above his head; ²⁴putting into the shade the look of an emerald mountain that wears the twilight cloud for a garment, with a broad golden peak, whose forest garland is its jewels and waterfalls, its healing herbs and flowers, its arms bamboo and its feet trees; ²⁵in length and in breadth a body that is its own measure, gathering the three worlds into itself, his form clothed in the beauty that wonderful divine ornaments and garments make;

²⁶showing in compassion those lotus feet which yield every wish to those who worship him by solitary paths for what they themselves desire, feet whose lovely petals are the toes, parted by the moon-rays of the nails; ²⁷returning their worship with a face whose smile takes the world's pain away, adorned with glittering earrings, reddened by the glow of a lip like the bimba fruit, with a fine nose and fine brows; ²⁸well adorned with a garment yellow as the kadamba's filaments, with a girdle at his hips, and, child, with a necklace of endless worth, dear to that breast which bears the Srivatsa; ²⁹the lord of trees among the worlds, whose thousand branches are his rod-like arms, covered over with priceless armlets and the choicest gems, whose root is unmanifest and whose boughs are wound about by the coils of the serpent king;

³⁰a mountain who is the Bhagavan, the dwelling of all that moves and does not move, with the serpent king for his kinsman, sunk in water, with a thousand golden peaks that are his crowns, bearing the Kaustubha jewel shining out from within; ³¹Hari, wrapped in a forest garland made of his own fame and lovely with the Vedas for its bees; unreachable by sun or moon or wind or fire; hard to come near, encircled by his weapons in their three abodes.