Verse 5

¹At the base of that region, thirty thousand yojanas down, stands that part of the Bhagavan which is called the part of darkness, and which those of the Satvata line call the Endless. He is the drawing together of the seer and the seen, marked by the self-regard that says 'I', and they call him Sankarsana. ²On one single head of him, the Bhagavan whose form has no end and whose heads are a thousand, this circle of the earth is held, and looks like a white mustard seed. ³When by time he means to gather all this back, from between his brows, lovely and moving with his anger, there rose up the Rudra called Sankarsana, ranged in eleven, three-eyed, holding up his three-pointed spear.

⁴At the ring of gem-like nails on his two lotus feet, red and clear, the lords of the snakes bow down together with the best of the Satvatas in the yoga of undivided devotion; and with glad hearts they look there at their own faces, lovely past telling, their cheeks lit by the shine of their swinging earrings. ⁵There the daughters of the snake kings, hoping for what he may give, rub his arms with paste of aloe, sandal and saffron: silver pillars, broad and white, bright and beautiful, glad with bracelets on their fine limbs. At the touch of them the fish-bannered one enters and stirs their hearts, and their smiles come sweet and playing; and shyly, they say, they look at his lotus face, its reddened eyes rolling with the gladness of drink and with love for them, and looking on them with pity.