Part 11: Stuti (by the Indra of Saudharmakalpa)

Then the Indra of Saudharmakalpa bowed with folded hands, his hair erect from joy, and began to praise the Lord thus:

“O Master, on the one hand, here am I, poor in intellect; on the other hand, are you, a mountain of merit. Nevertheless, made very garrulous from devotion, I shall praise you. You alone in this world are resplendent with infinite belief, knowledge, power, and bliss, like the ocean with jewels, O Lord of the World. You are like the only seed of a tree for the shooting-up of dharma, long completely lost here in Bharatakṣetra, O God. You, living here, know and destroy the doubt of the Anuttara-gods living there (heaven). There is no limit to your power. The fruit of very little devotion to you is an abode in the heavens of the gods, all glorious with power and light. O God, even great penance of those lacking in devotion to you results in misery, like the study of books by ignorant men. You are indifferent to both—the one who praises you and the one who hates you. However, the different results, good and bad, surprise us. I take no delight even in the sovereignty of heaven; therefore, O Lord, I pray for this: May my very great devotion to you be undying, O Blessed One.”

After he had spoken this hymn of praise and bowed with folded hands, Hari sat down in front of the women, men, kings, and gods.