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what form of Thine unnumbered forms Mayest Thou be grasped? Ah! yet
again recount, Clear and complete, Thy great appearances, The
secrets of Thy Majesty and Might, Thou High Delight of Men! Never
enough Can mine ears drink the Amrit of such words!
Krishna. Hanta! So be it! Kuru Prince! I
will to thee unfold Some portions of My Majesty, whose powers are
manifold! I am the Spirit seated deep in every creature's heart;
From Me they come; by Me they live; at My word they depart! Vishnu
of the Adityas I am, those Lords of Light; Maritchi of the
Maruts, the Kings of Storm and Blight;
By day I gleam, the golden Sun of burning
cloudless Noon; By Night, amid the asterisms I glide, the dappled
Moon! Of Vedas I am Sama-Ved, of gods in Indra's Heaven
Vasava; of the faculties to living beings given The mind which
apprehends and thinks; of Rudras Sankara; Of Yakshas and of
Rakshasas, Vittesh; and Pavaka Of Vasus, and of
mountain-peaks Meru; Vrihaspati Know Me 'mid planetary
Powers; 'mid Warriors heavenly Skanda; of all the water-floods the
Sea which drinked each, And Bhrigu of the holy Saints, and OM of
sacred speech;
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