O Vasudeva, lord of the humble, lotus-eyed
glorious eternity! O Thou who givest happi-
ness to Thy worshippers, there is nothing void of
thee! O infinite one, master of the world, most
noble form, image of Vamana! Creator of Brahma,
Lord of Vaikuntha, inaccessible to the Vedas and
Sastras. O all-pervading one, whose arm is
everywhere, unfathomable! Eye of the world,
God of the world, ancient father of Brahma!
O Panduranga, servant of Thy worshippers, thou
that dost crush their fears, O best of beings!
Infinite one, that dost fill the minds of all, that
dwellest apart from association and solitude! O
Lord of the senses, Thy noble form is unknown to
thy simple worshippers; assume thy embodied
shape, and set them to adore Thee, says Tuka.
Thou 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 are Tuka’s words.
glorious eternity! O Thou who givest happi-
ness to Thy worshippers, there is nothing void of
thee! O infinite one, master of the world, most
noble form, image of Vamana! Creator of Brahma,
Lord of Vaikuntha, inaccessible to the Vedas and
Sastras. O all-pervading one, whose arm is
everywhere, unfathomable! Eye of the world,
God of the world, ancient father of Brahma!
O Panduranga, servant of Thy worshippers, thou
that dost crush their fears, O best of beings!
Infinite one, that dost fill the minds of all, that
dwellest apart from association and solitude! O
Lord of the senses, Thy noble form is unknown to
thy simple worshippers; assume thy embodied
shape, and set them to adore Thee, says Tuka.
Thou 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 are Tuka’s words.