śrīharistotram

I worship, I worship Him who is the protector of the world's net (the universe), adorned with a moving garland around His neck, whose forehead is like the autumn moon, the demise of great demons, whose body is the color of the blue sky, whose Maya (illusory power) is irresistible, and who is accompanied by the beautiful Padma (Lakshmi).

I worship, I worship Him who ever resides in the ocean, whose smile is like blossoming flowers, who is the true abode of the universe, luminous like a hundred suns, who holds mace and discus as weapons, adorned with shining yellow garments, and who has a beautiful, smiling face.

I worship, I worship Him who is the necklace on Lakshmi's neck (or adored by Lakshmi), the essence of all Vedic scriptures, who sports within the waters, the remover of the Earth's burden, whose form is consciousness and bliss, whose form is enchanting, and who assumes many forms.

I worship, I worship Him who is devoid of old age and birth, full of supreme bliss, absorbed in deep meditation/equanimity, always fresh and ever-new, the cause of the universe's origin, the banner/chief of the hosts of gods, and the sole bridge of the three worlds.

I worship, I worship Him for whom the Vedas are sung, whose vehicle is the lord of birds (Garuda), the source of liberation, the remover of the pride of foes, favorable to His devotees, the root of the world-tree, and who removes the pains of the distressed.

I worship, I worship Him who is the lord of all gods, whose hair is like black bees, a mere reflection/part of whom is the universe, residing in the space of the heart, always possessing a divine body, free from all worldly desires/endeavors, and whose home is the beautiful Vaikuntha.

I worship, I worship Him who is the most powerful among the hosts of gods, the most excellent in the three worlds, the most venerable among preceptors, solely devoted to His own inherent nature, always brave in battle, the hero of great heroes, and dwelling on the shore of the great ocean.

I worship, I worship Him who has Lakshmi on His left side, resting on the primeval serpent (Ananta), to whom sacrifices are offered, free from attachment and desires, well-praised by the chief of sages, surrounded by gods, and transcending all qualities (gunas).

He who, with a concentrated mind, daily recites this octet, which is a necklace for Murari (Vishnu), he surely attains the sorrow-free realm of Vishnu and does not again experience the sorrow of old age and birth.