Verse 5

¹So instructed by the Bhagavan, Durvasas, still scorched by the disc, came round to Ambarisa and in his distress took hold of his feet. ²Seeing him make that effort, and ashamed at having his feet touched, and pressed hard by pity, the king praised that weapon of Hari. ³You are fire; you are the revered sun; you are the moon, lord of the lights. You are the waters, you are the earth, the sky, the wind, the subtle elements and the senses. ⁴Sudarsana, salutation to you, thousand-spoked, dear to the Unfallen, breaker of every weapon: be a blessing to this brahmin, lord of nourishment. ⁵You are dharma; you are right order and truth; you are sacrifice, the eater of every sacrifice. You are the guardian of the worlds, the self of all; you are the highest burning power of the Person.