I pray to the lotus feet of the supreme Guru,
Who teaches the good knowledge, showing the way
To knowing the self-awakening great happiness,
Who is the doctor of the jungle, able to remove
The poison of the ignorance of conditioned existence.
In his guise as the divine servant,
With 1000 white radiant heads,
Human in form below the shoulders,
Holding the sword of discrimination,
The fire wheel of time,
And the conch of divine sound,
To the sage Patanjali I prostrate.