Victory to the benevolent wielder of the thunderbolt. The one with a white complexioned body,
and clad in tiger skin 'Give me shelter at Your feet.'
Victory to the blower of the long horn, the remover of all of afflictions. O supreme entity, in whom all intellect lies assembled 'Give me shelter at Your feet.'
Victory to the first father, the first Lord, the Lord of mantra, the God of gods, beyond thought, ever new 'Give me shelter at Your feet.'
One who looks like a silver mountain, full of sweetness, difficult to attain, everblissful, infinitely radiant 'Give me shelter at Your feet.'