Verse 20

¹³His face is a lotus and clear; his eyes are reddish as the heart of a lotus; he is dark as the petal of the blue waterlily, and he carries conch and wheel and mace. ¹⁴His silk is yellow as the filaments of a shining lotus; on his breast is the mark of Sri; the Kaustubha blazes on his neck, worn loose. ¹⁵He is ringed with a garland of the woods, over which drunken bees make their small music, and he wears necklace and bracelet, crown, armlet and anklet of the highest price. ¹⁶A girdle-cord shines at his hips; the lotus of the heart is his seat; he is the most worth looking at, at peace, and he makes both the mind and the eye grow.

¹⁷He is beautiful to look at and bowed to always by every world; he stands at the age of a boy, and he is anxious to be kind to those who serve him. ¹⁸His fame is a ford and worth the singing, and he makes the fame of those whose verses are holy. Let a man meditate on the god, whole and limb by limb, as long as the mind does not slip away. ¹⁹Standing, walking, seated or lying down, he who lies in the cave, and his doings, which are worth the watching: let a man meditate on these with a mind whose feeling is clean. ²⁰When his thought has found a footing there, spread over all the limbs, let the sage mark it off and join it to a single limb of the Bhagavan.