Verse 16

¹⁰Under the name of the Kaustubha the unborn one carries the light of his own self; and the spread of that light he carries on his chest as the Srivatsa, the pervading lord. ¹¹He wears his own maya, called the forest garland, made of the many strands; his yellow garment is the metres, and his sacred thread the threefold sound. ¹²The god carries enumeration and yoga as his two crocodile earrings; his crown is the station of the highest one, which makes every world free of fear. ¹³The unformed, called the Endless, is the seat he sits upon; and clarity, joined with dharma and knowledge and the rest, is called here the lotus.

¹⁴He carries as his mace the chief principle, joined with vigour, endurance and strength; his fine conch is the principle of the waters, and Sudarsana the principle of fire. ¹⁵His sword, like the sky, is the principle of space; his shield is made of darkness; his bow Sarnga has the form of time, and his quiver is made of works. ¹⁶His arrows, they say, are the senses, his chariot his impulses; the subtle elements are his coming into view, and his hand-seal is his being action that reaches its aim.