Attend, my child, thine enterprise!

E'en such as peerless Vishṇu graced,

When with his triple step he paced,

Outbursting from the dwarf's disguise,[303]

Attend, my child, thine enterprise!

Floods, isles, and seasons as they fly,

Worlds, Vedas, quarters of the sky,

Combine, O mighty-armed, to bless

Thee destined heir of happiness!”

The long-eyed lady ceased: she shed