You are unborn. You have numberless forms. You have all sorts of fragrance on your body. The matted locks on your head had sucked up the River Ganga when it first dropped from heaven. You are the giver of sovereignty. You are a Brahmacharin without having ever neglected the rigid vow of celibacy. You are famous for your sexual continence. You always lie on your back. You live in power.
अजश्च बहुरूपश्च गन्धधारी कपद्यपि। ऊर्ध्वरेता ऊर्ध्वलिङ्ग ऊर्ध्वशायी नभःस्थल॥