Verse 6

⁶Narayana was born to Dharma, of Murti the daughter of Daksa, as Nara and Narayana, best of sages, wholly at peace. He spoke the work whose mark is no work, and he did it; and he is there to this day, his feet attended by the best of sages. ⁷Indra suspected that he wanted to seize his place, and sent Desire with his company to the place called Badari. Going there, Desire pierced him with the arrows of women's glances, with the crowd of apsarases, with spring and with the softest of breezes, not knowing his greatness. ⁸The first of gods understood the outrage Sakra had committed; he laughed, was not astonished, and said to those who stood trembling: Do not be afraid. Desire, wind, wives of the gods, take our gift, and do not leave this place of ours empty.

⁹When he who gives freedom from fear had spoken so, lord of men, the gods bowed their heads in shame and said to him tenderly: Mighty one, this is nothing strange in you, the highest, who do not change, at whose lotus feet the crowd of the steady, who take their pleasure in the self, bow down. ¹⁰The gods put many obstacles in the way of those who serve you, who go past their own dwelling and travel to that highest place of yours; not in the way of another, who gives them their own shares of the offerings at the sacred grass. If you are his protector, he sets his foot on the head of the hindrance. ¹¹Some cross clean over us — hunger and thirst, the three seasons, the strands, the wind, the tongue and the loins, oceans with no further shore — and then fall under the sway of an anger that gets them nothing, and drown in a cow's hoofprint, and throw away for nothing an austerity that was hard to keep.