OTHOU that dwellest in the sea of milk, and dost repose on the serpent! O thou that dost take a form for thy diversion and didst delight the Gopis ! O thou that visibly appearing art thy worshippers* ornament, a sea of attributes whose true form is unknown ! O thou who hast assumed unnumbered shapes, whose true shape is limitless ! O abode of pity ! O Lord God, who dost protect the deities, dispel the mortal fears of thy worshippers ! O thou that dost pervade all and liest beyond all, Lord of Vaikuntha, saviour of Gajendra! O thou who givest happiness to thy simple worshippers, there is nothing void of thee. O thou who dost put our minds in motion, a mass of knowledge, thyself champion of thy worshippers, slayer of the demons ! O Narayana, proud of thy servants, O Panduranga, life of the world ! Parent of Brahma and the rest; author of all deeds, thyself doing none; pervading every atom and particle; saviour of the sinful ! these arc Tuka*s words.