Āju Kata Nā Ānanda Mane

Placing Lord Viśvambhara on a throne, His friends dress Him with splendid garments and ornaments. How many blisses fill His friends' hearts?

They anoint His limbs with fragrances and sandal paste. On His graceful forehead they place tilaka. Who amongst them is not overcome?

They tie His graceful curly hair. With joyful hearts they place a sweet jasmine garland upon Him.

On His ears they place earrings, earrings that glisten on cheeks that take away the pride the glistening mirrors feel.

On His neck they place a jewel necklace, a necklace that gracefully swings to and fro on His chest. Who can describe it with metaphors and similes?

On His wrists and arms they place bracelets and armlets. On His fingers someone places rings. They peacefully gaze at his face.

The place a golden-link belt about His slender waist, a waist that defeats even the lion's graceful waist. With unblinking eyes they gaze at Him.

They dress Him in a garment with a red border. The whole world yearns to see Him in His glorious garments and ornaments. Narahari gazes at His graceful glory.