Dhruva

You alone, O Lord, having created this entire manifestation — beginning with the mahat-tattva — through Your own potency called māyā, which is endowed with mighty qualities, and having entered it as the indwelling Person, appear as though manifold within its perishable qualities, like fire within different pieces of wood.

Obeisance to You, O Lord, the Supreme Person — who, entering within by Your own power and holding all potencies, enlivens this dormant speech of mine, and likewise the other faculties: the hands, feet, hearing, skin and the rest, together with the vital airs.

O Lord, truly fruitful are the blessings for one who thus worships Your lotus feet, which are themselves the benediction, for You are the very embodiment of all the goals of life. And even so, O noble one, the Lord, eager to show grace, protects the lowly — protects us — as a cow protects her calf.

O Lord, the bliss that embodied beings find from meditating on Your lotus feet, or from hearing the narrations told by Your devotees — that bliss is not to be found even in the impersonal Brahman, in one's own glory; how much less for those who fall from their celestial chariots, cut down by the sword of death.