By Vísvakarmá's[722] art was made.
When Panchajan[723] the fiend was slain.
And Hayagríva,[724] fierce in vain,
Thence taking shell and discus went
Lord Vishṇu, God preëminent.
On! sixty thousand hills of gold
With wondering eyes shall ye behold,
Where in his glory every one
Is brilliant as the morning sun.
Full in the midst King Meru,[725] best