Verse 21

²¹Let him think on the lotus foot of the Bhagavan, rich with the marks of the thunderbolt, the goad, the flag and the lotus, whose ring of high red shining nails beats away with its moonlight the great darkness of the heart. ²²From the washing of that foot came the best of rivers, whose water is a ford, and Siva, setting it on his head, became kind. It is a thunderbolt hurled at the mountain of stain in the mind of the one who meditates. Let him meditate long on the lotus foot of the Bhagavan. ²³Let him set in his heart the two knees of the mighty one who is never born, the knees that Laksmi, mother of the Ordainer of all, praised by the gods, her eyes lotuses, lays on her thighs and strokes with the shining of her budlike hands.

²⁴His two thighs shine above the arms of the fair-winged one, storehouses of strength, glowing like the flax flower; and the round of his hips is held in the girdle-cords that hang upon his fine yellow cloth. ²⁵The pool of his navel lies in the cave of the belly of the world's shell, and out of it rose the lotus of all the worlds, the seat of the self-born one's thinking. And let him meditate on his two nipples, like green gems, pale with the light of a clear necklace. ²⁶Let him make in his mind the breast of that bull, the dwelling place of Sri, his great splendour, which gives rest to the minds and eyes of men, and his throat, which is there to be an ornament to the Kaustubha gem: his, to whom every world bows.