Verse 25

²⁰Fortune, whose foot-dust others who want wealth carry on their own heads, comes to you again and again, wanting a place like that of the lord of the bees, whose home is the fresh string of tulasi laid at your feet by the fortunate. ²¹You did not much regard her, though she followed you with her quiet ways, being taken up with the company of the greatest among your own. You bear the Srivatsa and hold every excellence: what then did you go to get in the holy dust of the road the twice-born walk, that has made you clean? ²²You, the Bhagavan of the three ages, are dharma itself: on your own three feet this world of the moving and the unmoving is carried, for the sake of the twice-born and the gods. Passion and darkness strike at it. Drive them off by clarity, by that body of yours which gives us what we ask.

²³If you, the bull and the guardian, do not guard the line of the best of the twice-born, which is its own guard, with fitting honour and with true kind words, then this good path of yours, god, is lost at once, for the world takes what the bull does as its measure. ²⁴That would not please you, treasury of clarity, who mean safety for people and who have pulled up the enemy by powers of your own. Nor is the fire of the lord of the three, who carries all, cut down by so much as this: your bowing low is a play of yours. ²⁵Lord, whatever check you set on these two, or whatever manner of living, we agree to it without any pretence. Or let whatever punishment is fitting be laid on us, since we have fastened a stain on two who had done nothing wrong.