The quarters are your two arms, and the Sun is your eye, and Shakra is your prowess. O you of undecaying glory, your body clad in yellow robes that resemble the colour of the Atasi flower, seem to us to be like a could charged with flashes of lightning. Think of that, O best of gods, which would be good, O you having lotus eyes, for my humble self who am devoted to you, who seek refuge with you, and who am desirous of acquiring a blissful end.'