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I bow to Rama, the Lord of the earth, served by the enemy of Kama (Shiva), the remover of the fear of worldly existence, a lion against the maddened elephant of Death, the greatest of Yogis, attainable through knowledge, the treasure of virtues, unconquered, beyond the gunas, unchanging, beyond Maya, Lord of the gods, devoted to slaying the wicked, the one God of all the Brahman hosts — with lotus eyes and a complexion fair as the root of a lily.

I bow to the praiseworthy Shankara, the Lord of Girija (Parvati), the destroyer of Kandarpa (Cupid), the treasure of virtues — whose beautiful body shines like a conch and the moon, who wears a tiger-skin garment, who bears the terrible ornament of the serpent of Time, who is dear to Ganga and the moon, who is the Lord of Kashi, the destroyer of the sins of Kali age, and the wish-fulfilling tree of auspiciousness.

May that Shankara, who grants even the rare gift of liberation to the virtuous, and who punishes the wicked — may He bestow welfare upon me.