O slayer of Madhu, O descendant of Dasahara race, how can crookedness be in you, devoid as you are of anger, envy, untruth and cruelty? O undeteriorating one, all the Rishis come to you when seated in your glory on the sacrificial ground and seek your protection.
न क्रोधो न च मात्सर्यं नानृतं मधुसूदन। त्वयि तिष्ठति दाशार्ह न नृशंस्यं कुतोऽनृजु॥ आसीनं चैत्यमध्ये त्वां दीप्यमानं स्वतेजसा। आगम्य ऋषयः सर्वेऽयाचन्ताभयमच्युत॥