that becomes curdled by the action of acids; nevertheless the curd is at the same time identical to the cause, the milk, and different from it.

I adore Govinda, the Original Lord, who displays the same constancy through its various manifestations as the flame of a candle, when passed on to other candles, and although it burns distinctly in each, loses nothing of its quality.

I adore Govinda, the Original Lord, who, borrowing his own gigantic subjective form called Śeṣa, saturated with the power that reconciles everything and resting on the Causal Ocean with the infinite worlds in the pores of his body, enjoys creative sleep.

I adore Govinda, the Original Lord, because Maha-Vishnu is an emanation of her plenary emanation. Brahmā and the other deities of the material world born from the pores of the skin of Mahā-Viṣṇu live only the time of its expiration.

I adore Govinda, the Sun-like Original Lord who manifests in all the jewels among which, the Sūryakānta. In the same way, God invests with his specific power a soul animated by a great piety which then becomes Brahma, the regent of the universe (of our galaxy, the Milky Way).

I adore Govinda, the Original Lord, Gaṇeśa forever keep his lotus feet on the two prominences of his elephant head so that they give him the power to eliminate all obstacles on the path of progress in the three worlds.

I love Govinda, the Original Lord. The three worlds, formed of the nine elements, fire, earth, ether, water, air, directions, time, soul and mind emanate from Him. And it is also through Him and in Him that they exist and are resorbed during the universal cataclysm.

I adore Govinda, the Original Lord, to whom the Sun obeys when, on the Wheel of Time, he completes his journey. Source of infinite radiation, the Sun, sovereign among the stars is the very example of the virtuous soul. He is like the eye of this world.

I adore Govinda, the Original Lord, because the powers that all the virtues, vices, Vedas, austerities and all spiritual beings, from Brahma to the most insignificant insect, are conferred by him.

I adore Govinda, the Original Lord, who burns at the root the actions of souls imbued with devotion. Without any partiality and in accordance with their past works, he decrees as well to the tiny insect called indragopa as to the king of celestial beings, Indra, the fruits that flow from it.

I love Govinda, the Original Lord. Those who, under the influence of anger, passionate love, natural friendship, fear, parental affection, illusion, veneration or an attitude of spontaneous service, meditate on Govinda, the body befitting the nature of their contemplation.