Bhīṣma

Śrī Bhīṣma said: Thus let my mind, free of craving, be fixed upon the Lord, chief of the Sātvatas, the all-great one, who, having attained his own bliss, sometimes takes on material nature in order to sport — he from whom flows the stream of material existence.

Let my mind be upon Kṛṣṇa as he was in battle — grayed all around by the dust raised by the horses, his hair disheveled, his face adorned with drops of sweat from exertion, his skin pierced by my sharp arrows, his armour glittering.

Abandoning his own vow, and to make my promise come true, he leapt down from the chariot, took up its wheel, and rushed at me — the earth trembling [beneath him], his upper garment slipping away — like a lion [charging] to kill an elephant.

In the assembly thronged with hosts of sages and the foremost of kings at the Rājasūya sacrifice of Yudhiṣṭhira, he received the worship of all these — worthy of all eyes; and now that same manifest Self is within the range of my sight.