Verse 5

¹Their fear at an end, they bowed to the wide-strider and went up to heaven. Then he of the thousand heads went on Garuda to Madhu's wood, wanting to see his servant. ²With a mind made keen by the ripening of his yoga he had been watching a lightning-brightness flash in the cup of his heart's lotus. It vanished all at once; he looked, and saw it standing outside him in that same form. ³Awe came over the boy at that sight. He laid his body along the ground and bowed like a fallen stick, drinking him in with his eyes, kissing him as though with his mouth, holding him as though with his arms. ⁴Hari, who stands in his heart and in the heart of everything, knew he wanted to speak and did not know how. The boy's palms were joined. In pity he touched his cheek with the conch that is Brahman itself.

⁵That instant the divine speech was handed to him, and what is settled about the supreme Self was clear to him. Full of devotion, Dhruva, whose station is fixed, praised without hurry the one whose great renown is heard everywhere.