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O lord Sūrya, you take pity on the miserable. Sages, humans, gods and demons - all are in (your) service. You are the lion for (destroying) the elephants of frost and darkness, and you wear a garland of rays of light. You burn the multitude of diseases in the form of vices, sorrows and sins.[1—2]
You give delight to the Cakravāka (Anas Casarca) birds,1 you make the red lotuses bloom, and you illuminate the world. You are the treasure of brilliance, strength, handsome form and elixir (or vital juices). Your charioteer (Aruṇa) is lame, and you ride a divine chariot. You are the embodiment of Viṣṇu, Śiva and Brahmā, and you are (my) master.[3—4]
Your resplendent fame is manifest in the Veda and Purāṇa. Tulasīdāsa asks (you) for devotion to Rāma.
1 The male and female Cakravāka birds stay away from each other in the night, and are united by the morning.
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