Verse 1

¹Seeing it reach Satya, the lotus-born, the light of his own abode put out by those moons that were the toenails, came forward, king, and around him Marici and the sages of great vows, Sanandana and the rest, yogins all. ²The Vedas and the sub-Vedas, the restraints with the observances beside them, reasoning, the old stories, the limbs of the Veda, the Puranas and the collections, and others too whose stain of works had been cooked away in the fire of knowledge that the wind of yoga had lit -- all these bowed, having come by the power of remembering him to the abode of the Self-born, where no work is done. ³Then the lotus-born brought water of honour to the raised foot of Visnu, and having worshipped it with devotion he of clean renown sang out his praise -- he who was himself born from the lotus at that navel.

⁴The water from the Ordainer's pot, king, made holy by the washing of the wide-strider's feet, became in the sky the river of heaven; falling, it wipes the three worlds clean, as the bright fame of the Bhagavan does.