Verse 6

⁶That same Bhagavan, the Endless, an ocean of endless good qualities, the first god, has drawn back the rush of his anger and his rage, and stays for the welfare of the worlds. ⁷The gods and the antigods, the snakes, the siddhas, the gandharvas, the vidyadharas and the companies of sages meditate on him. His eyes are unsteady and swimming, glad with drink that never stops. He feeds his own companions and the leaders of the shining ones with the nectar of his sweet chatter. Dressed in dark cloth, wearing one earring, his fine handsome arm laid along the hump of his plough, he grows drunk on the honey-wine that is the scent of fresh tulasi whose colour has not faded, and the Bhagavan carries his own forest garland, the Vaijayanti, rich with the sweet singing of swarming bees, as the great lord of elephants carries his golden band; and his play is open-handed.

⁸Heard of in this way and meditated on, he comes inside the heart of those who long for release and quickly splits open the knot of the heart there, the knot made of not-knowing, tied by the leanings that works have left from a time without beginning, and made of clarity and passion and darkness. Of his powers the revered Narada, son of the self-born, sang in verses in Brahma's hall, together with Tumburu.