Somewhere Thou art the player of flute, somewhere the grazier of cows and somewhere Thou art the beautiful youth, enticer of lakhs (of lovely maids.)
Somewhere Thou art the splendour of Purity, the life of the saints, the Donor of great charities and the immaculate Formless Lord. 8.18.
O Lord! Thou art the Invisible Cataract, the Most Beautiful Entity, the King of Kings and the Donor of great charities.
Thou art the Saviour of life, the Giver of milk and offspring, the Remover of ailments and sufferings and somewhere Thou art the Lord of Highest Honour.
Thou art the essence of all learning, the embodiment of monism, the Being of All-Powers and the Glory of Sanctification.
Thou art the snare of youth, the Death of Death, the anguish of enemies and the life of the friends. 9.19.
O Lord! Somewhere Thou art in defic conduct, somewhere Thou appearest as contention in learning somewhere Thou art the tune of sound and somewhere a perfect saint (attuned with celestial strain).
Somewhere Thou art Vedic ritual, somewhere the love for learning, somewhere ethical and unethical, and somewhere appearest as the glow of fire.
Somewhere Thou art perfectly Glorious, somewhere engrossed in solitary recitation, somewhere Remover of Suffering in great Agony and somewhere Thou appearest as a fallen yogi.
Somewhere Thou bestowest the Boon and somewhere withdraw it with deceit. Thou at all times and at all the places Thou comest into view as the same. 10.20.
BY THY GRACE SWAYYAS
I have seen during my tours pure Sravaks (Jaina and Buddhist monks), group of adepts and abodes of ascetics and Yogi.
Valiant heroes, demons killing gods, gods drinking nectar and assemblies of saints of various sects.
I have seen the disciplines of the religious systems of all the countries, but seen none of the Lord, the Master of my life.
They are worth nothing without an iota of the Grace of the Lord. 1.21.
With intoxicated elephants, studded with gold, incomparable and huge, painted in bright colours.
With millions of horses galloping like deer, moving faster than the wind.
With many kings indescribable, having long arms (of heavy allied forces), bowing their heads in fine array.
What matters if such mighty emperors were there, because they had to leave the world with bare feet.2.22.
With the beat of drums and trumpets if the emperor conquers all the countries.