Verse 28

²²The sage let his thought enter undivided into the lotus feet of the lord of the senses shining out in the sacred sound, and wandered through the worlds. ²³Hearing from Narada of the ending of his sons, who were rich in character, Ka burned with grief. Having good sons is a place of sorrows. ²⁴Comforted again by the unborn one, Daksa begot in Pancajana's daughter sons called the Sabalasvas, a thousand of them. ²⁵They too, told by their father to bring forth creatures, holding to their vow, went to Narayana's lake, where their elder brothers had been made perfect. ²⁶By the touching of that water alone the filth was shaken out of their hearts, and muttering the highest Brahman they did a great austerity there.

²⁷Eating water for some months, eating wind for others, they made the lord of the offering their own by practising this sacred word: ²⁸Om, salutation to Narayana, the Person, great of self, whose seat is clarity made pure. Let us hold that great swan in thought.