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The one whose fingers are limited, whose hair is blue, whose heart is filled with compassion for all beings, and who harbors no ill will towards the wicked. From their entire body emanates a beautiful language, transforming into countless tongues, just as water, commanded by Indra, flows from the clouds, adorned with fragrant swarms of bees, and, guided by destiny, becomes sweet, bitter, and pungent as it passes through various trees. They shower the earth with rain in all six seasons. ||1||
The trees, laden with fruit, bend low to the earth, making it appear like a mirror. Seven lotus flowers, adorned with brilliance, move before and behind the Supreme Lord. Wherever they tread, the gods rejoice, and the world cannot contain their joy. A gentle, cool breeze, carrying the essence of fragrant trees, moves a single yojana, a pure golden lotus. Who in the universe possesses such greatness that their home is filled with the flow of thunderbolts, and their followers, adorned with splendor, follow them as if bound by love? Indra is their servant. The earth, adorned with eighteen precious grains, dances as if in ecstasy.
The rivers flow with milk-like water. Wherever the Lord wanders, the grass, the dust-free sky, and the directions themselves are adorned with the brilliance of sapphire and ruby, as if washed clean by water. Thorns, insects, stones, and dust disappear. ||2||
They are worthy of being the recipient of the pure, divine sound that emanates from them, spreading across a region as vast as eight thousand bows. The crown of the Yaksha king is adorned with intricate arrays of precious stones, red like the sun's disc, and with playful grace, they address the magnificent assembly of beings.