শ্ৰী দিৱাকৰ পঞ্চকম্

Of matchless valour and fierce splendour, the shining god; giver of the powers of sense and bestower of beauty; filled wholly with the one essence of compassion, the primordial form — I ever worship Divākara, the beautifully radiant.

The lord of the earth, praised without ceasing, adorned with gold and with his own digits, seated in his chariot; unthinkable, whose form is the Self, the refuge of the planets — I ever worship Divākara, the beautifully radiant.

The bringer of dawn, giver of wealth, of glorious lustre; illuminer of every quarter, the seer, the very mine of compassion; of wholly peaceful form, moving on high, setting the world ablaze — I ever worship Divākara, the beautifully radiant.

Worshipped by the sages, the giver of boons, traveller of the sky; the supreme lord, beloved of the lotus; ruler of the whole earth, lord of the stars — I ever worship Divākara, the beautifully radiant.

Lord of the planets, endowed with every excellence, free from decay; giver of happiness, of auspicious intent, remover of fear; Hiraṇyagarbha, the highest, the maker of light — I ever worship Divākara, the beautifully radiant.