Please save me Lord, whose eyes resemble the lotus flowr. You cut asunder the dense forest like existence.
You have the sun and moon for your eyes and GARUDA for mount.
You are the wish-yielding tree to those who worship your feet. Your face resembles the freshly blossomed lotus.
You captivate the hearts of cowherd damsels with a single glance. You are the annihilator of the clan of demons.
Your form resembles the dark rain-bearing clouds. You are pure. Oh MOHANA! You are adored by NILKANTA-SIVA.
Lord MURAHARA! You are the friend of the helpless ones. You are the joy and pride of sun dynasty.
You are the honeybee hovering around the lotus like face of goddess LAKSHMI. Your voice is mellifluous like cuckoo. You hold a bow and arrow in your hands.
You are Lord PADMANABHA, who is worshipped by a host of ascetics and celestials. You are the treasure-trove of all divine virtues.