Verse 45

⁴⁵He is turned always toward grace, his face and his eyes clear, his nose fine and his brows fine, his cheeks lovely, and he is fairer than the gods. ⁴⁶He is young, his limbs delightful, his lips and eyes and mouth red; he is the resort of those who bow, kindly, a giver of shelter, an ocean of pity. ⁴⁷He carries the Srivatsa mark, dark as a raincloud, the Person, a garland of the woods on him, his four arms made plain by conch and disc and mace and lotus. ⁴⁸He wears a crown and earrings, armlets and bracelets, the Kaustubha for an ornament at his throat, and a yellow silk for clothing. ⁴⁹A girdle of little bells goes round him and gold anklets shine at his feet; he is the most worth looking at of all, and quiet, and he makes the mind and the eyes grow.

⁵⁰With his two feet, bright with the row of gems that are his nails, he steps onto the seat at the heart of the lotus in those who worship him, and stands there within the self. ⁵¹Hold him in mind smiling, his look full of love, with a mind held in and made one: the best of all who give gifts. ⁵²For a man who holds the wholly good form of the Bhagavan in mind like this, the mind is quickly filled with the highest ease, and it does not turn back.