Verse 25

²³Having thought it over so, Fortune chose Mukunda, the best, whose good qualities never fail, who rests on himself alone and so rests on no strand: the best, whom every good quality looks to, who looks to nothing, and whom she wanted. ²⁴She laid on his shoulder a lovely garland of fresh lotuses, loud with a swarm of bees drunk on honey, and stood there beside him, having come to his chest, her own dwelling, her eyes opening wide in a shy smile. ²⁵The father of the three worlds made a dwelling on his chest for her, their mother, Sri, the highest of his splendour; and standing there, with a look full of pity, she made her own children thrive, the three worlds and their overlords.