विमलमलिकलापकोमलाङ्गं सितदलपङ्कजकुड्मलाभशङ्खम् ।श्रुतिरणितविरञ्चिचञ्चरीकं स्वहृदयपद्मदलाश्रयं प्रपद्ये
In plain words
I take refuge in the spotless one, whose limbs are soft as a cluster of bees; whose conch has the luster of a white-petalled lotus bud; whose honeybee is Virañci, humming the Veda; who has his abode in the petals of the lotus of one's own heart.