Your beauty supreme, O Lord, let me cherish

namāmīśvaram sac-cid-ānanda-rūpaṁ

I bow to the Lord of truth and grace,
Whose form all time cannot erase.
Eternal joy, pure, ever bright,
The boundless bliss, the soul’s delight.

(Damodarashtakam — Verse 1, Line 1)

My dear Lord, please help me realize and relish the supreme reality—your supremely beautiful, all-attractive form. Your form is unlike any I have ever known.

O inconceivable Lord, all forms I know are temporary; yours is eternal. All forms I know subject their possessors to ignorance and illusion, whereas your form is the pinnacle and source of enlightenment for all who are drawn to it. All forms I know become causes of distress; but your form is the very embodiment of bliss. Its peerless, timeless beauty bestows joy upon all who are either blessed to be drawn to it or wise enough to cultivate attraction toward it.

O Lord, please free me from attachment to the fleeting forms of this world, however appealing they may seem. Let me remember that such infatuation leads only to lamentation. More importantly, my beloved Lord, bless me to be irresistibly drawn to you. Through that sacred attraction, open for me the gates to a life and love that are glorious—imperishably, inexhaustibly, infinitely glorious.