With deep reverence, the assembled ones bowed again and again to the great Yogi, the very embodiment of the Veda, offering salutations to him whose tawny matted locks shone with ascetic power. They honored him whose laughter was pure and resounding, whose crest marked his divine distinction. Their obeisance was to the Ender, to the most auspicious one, the three-eyed Lord whose gaze pierces all illusion. They bowed to him whose very body is yoga itself, who is always the all-pervading reality. With hearts full of devotion, they prayed, “O Lord of gods, grant us good rains and protect us, for we have sought refuge in you.” In answer to their prayers, a wondrous event unfolded: from the midst of the sacred liṅga, a mighty sound arose, echoing upward and filling the sky. In that moment, all brightness faded; nothing could be discerned, for the radiance of the world was veiled by the majesty of the God of gods. Yet, by his divine power, all were deeply satisfied. As the Lord dispelled the enveloping darkness, the clouds themselves vanished. Pure, shining lights began to circle Soma, the moon, to the right, a sign of cosmic harmony restored. The great sages, freed from sorrow, and the Gandharvas, celestial musicians, sang melodious hymns in praise. The gods, with utmost devotion, worshipped him and bestowed upon him a name that reflected his true essence: everywhere, he would be known as Meghanadeshvara, Lord of the Clouds. Through his power, those who dwell on earth would find fulfillment. For countless aeons—thousands of millions upon millions—the greatness of Meghanada would be celebrated, as it is recited even now, O Parvati. From the highest Brahma down to the smallest blade of grass, all the three worlds, with their moving and unmoving beings, have come forth, are sustained, and are pervaded by you, O Lord, as it has been heard. All the sages, filled with joy, silent and imperishable, recognize that this entire universe—the earth, the atmosphere, and the heavens—has been created by you. Of all the gods, demons, Gandharvas, sages, celestial beings, and serpents, they wondered: “O Lord, where did you abide when you created this world of moving and unmoving beings? What is that great abode, established in the form of the fierce planets?” Thus questioned by Parvati, the answer was given as it was known from ancient times. The elements, beginning with earth, reside in the great forest of Time. There, amidst worlds like Brahmaloka and others, resplendent with incomparable and auspicious qualities, abides always the supreme liṅga, composed of the highest Brahman. It is there that Brahma and the other gods, and even Vishnu himself, are established; from that liṅga arose the great soul, the great intellect. From it emerged the principles of elements, ego, Vishnu, Shambhu, and Parvati—the cosmic forms that have hands and feet everywhere, faces, heads, and mouths in all directions. From this liṅga arise the marks of all beings, and the five great elements—earth, water, space, and the fourfold kinds of birth. The fourfold sign of birth is observed in this very liṅga: birth from the womb, from eggs, from moisture, and by sprouting. From this source arise the three guṇas—passion, goodness, and darkness—and all their manifestations. That which is unmanifest, the subtle cause, the essence of both being and non-being, also arises from this liṅga. The Viśvedevas, the Ādityas, the Vasus, and the Aśvins as well, all have their origin here. Waters, sky, earth, wind, the intermediate space, and all the directions—whatever exists in creation—has arisen from this source, as witnessed by the world. Therefore, this liṅga is renowned as the Great Source in all the three worlds. Whoever worships this liṅga as the Great Source, in the form of Rudra, attains the highest. Thus is the glory of the supreme Lord revealed.