Glory to Lord Vishnu

When the skies are quiet and the winds are still, when the rivers

whisper, bending to Your will. The world rewinds its story anew.

Glory to the one eternal and true. Glory in honor to

You. Lord Vishnu. Your hands rebuild what the chaos withdrew.

Serpents that dance spell a dawn so bright. Glory and honor in Your endless

light. Four hands hold stars. The cosmos in play.

Time bends its knee as you shape the clay. Mountains may crumble,

but You remain. The cycle turns and peace sustains.