Containing 7 sacred Sanskrit shlokas with multi-author commentaries and translations.
प॒रो मात्र॑या त॒न्वा॑ वृधान॒ न ते॑ महि॒त्वमन्व॑श्नुवन्ति उ॒भे ते॑ विद्म॒ रज॑सी पृथि॒व्या विष्णो॑ देव॒ त्वं प॑र॒मस्य॑ वित्से
"MEN come not nigh thy majesty who growest beyond all bound and measure with thy body. Both thy two regions of the earth, O Vishṇu, we know: thou God, knowest the highest also."
न ते॑ विष्णो॒ जाय॑मानो॒ न जा॒तो देव॑ महि॒म्नः पर॒मन्त॑माप उद॑स्तभ्ना॒ नाक॑मृ॒ष्वं बृ॒हन्तं॑ दा॒धर्थ॒ प्राचीं॑ क॒कुभं॑ पृथि॒व्याः
"None who is born or being born, God Vishṇu, hath reached the utmost limit of thy grandeur. The vast high vault of heaven hast thou supported, and fixed earth's eastern pinnacle securely."
इरा॑वती धेनु॒मती॒ हि भू॒तं सू॑यव॒सिनी॒ मनु॑षे दश॒स्या व्य॑स्तभ्ना॒ रोद॑सी विष्णवे॒ते दा॒धर्थ॑ पृथि॒वीम॒भितो॑ म॒यूखैः॑
"Rich in sweet food be ye, and rich in milch-kine, with fertile pastures, fain to do men service. Both these worlds, Vishṇu, hast thou stayed asunder, and firmly fixed the earth with pegs around it."
उ॒रुं य॒ज्ञाय॑ चक्रथुरु लो॒कं ज॒नय॑न्ता॒ सूर्य॑मु॒षास॑म॒ग्निम् दास॑स्य चिद्वृषशि॒प्रस्य॑ मा॒या ज॒घ्नथु॑र्नरा पृत॒नाज्ये॑षु
"Ye have made spacious room for sacrificing by generating Sûrya, Dawn, and Agni. O Heroes, ye have conquered in your battles even the bull-jawed Dâsa's wiles and magic."
इन्द्रा॑विष्णू दृंहि॒ताः शम्ब॑रस्य॒ नव॒ पुरो॑ नव॒तिं च॑ श्नथिष्टम् श॒तं व॒र्चिनः॑ स॒हस्रं॑ च सा॒कं ह॒थो अ॑प्र॒त्यसु॑रस्य वी॒रान्
"Ye have destroyed, thou, Indra, and thou Vishṇu, Ṣambara's nine-and-ninety fenced castles. Ye Twain smote down a hundred times a thousand resistless heroes of the royal Varcin."
इ॒यं म॑नी॒षा बृ॑ह॒ती बृ॒हन्तो॑रुक्र॒मा त॒वसा॑ व॒र्धय॑न्ती र॒रे वां॒ स्तोमं॑ वि॒दथे॑षु विष्णो॒ पिन्व॑त॒मिषो॑ वृ॒जने॑ष्विन्द्र
"This is the lofty hymn of praise, exalting the Lords of Mighty Stride, the strong and lofty. I laud you in the solemn synods, Vishṇu: pour ye food on us in our camps, O Indra."
वष॑ट् ते विष्णवा॒स आ कृ॑णोमि॒ तन्मे॑ जुषस्व शिपिविष्ट ह॒व्यम् वर्ध॑न्तु त्वा सुष्टु॒तयो॒ गिरो॑ मे यू॒यं पा॑त स्व॒स्तिभिः॒ सदा॑ नः
"O Vishṇu, unto thee my lips cry Vashaṭ! Let this mine offering, Ṣipivishṭa, please thee. May these my songs of eulogy exalt thee. Preserve us evermore, ye Gods, with blessings."