Verse 20

²⁰He whom ignorance has not touched, and who yet carried sleep by the working of the five, the journey of the worlds taken into his belly, down in the water garlanded with terrible waves, on a serpent's couch pleasant to the touch, laying open a rest for people. ²¹One to be praised: out of the house that is your navel-lotus I came to be, and by whose kindness I am the tool of the three worlds. Salutation to you, in whose belly all becoming lies, whose lotus eyes open as the sleep of yoga ends. ²²This same one, the single friend and self of all the worlds, the Bhagavan who gives ease by clarity and by his fullness: let him with that very fullness touch my sight, so that I may put this world forth as before. He is fond of those who bow to him.

²³He gives what is asked to those who come to him, and with Fortune, who is his own power, he will do whatever he will do, taking descents within the strands. Let my mind be joined to that valour of his even while I bring this forth, so that I may leave the stain of work behind. ²⁴From the navel-pool of that Person lying here on the water, of him whose power has no end, I came to be as his power of knowing. As I unfold this many-coloured form of his, let the outpouring of the words of the Veda not fail me. ²⁵Let that Bhagavan, whose pity is not small, opening wide the lotus of his eye with a smile of grown love, rise and take our despair away with honeyed words, and for the winning of the world: he, the ancient Person.