The hair on my body, O son of Kunti, stood erect, and my eyes expanded with wonder upon seeing Hara, the refuge of all the gods and the remover of all their griefs.
संहृष्टरोमा कौन्तेय विस्मयोत्फुल्ललोचनः। अपश्यं देवसंघानां गतिमार्तिहरं हरम्॥