Oh HARI! God of gods! I always depend upon you.
You are PADMANABHA residing in the city of ANANTHAPURA.
I am a refugee who has fallen into the ocean of birth and death which
is boundless. Looking at me, who is thus suffering, does compassion
not rise in your heart? I do not know what is good and what is evil!
I am like an infant. How can the father neglect the child? You are the
support of the hapless. Oh PADMANABHA! Give me happiness.