I always offer my obeisance to Lord PADMANABHA. Oh Lord, you are the wish-yielding tree to those innumerable devotees who bow at your feet. You are the immaculate one!
The brilliant of your teeth puts to shame the jasmine buds. The beauty of your form surpasses that of Cupid.
Your benevolent glance is full of kindness. You made hood of the wicked serpent as a stage and performed exquisite dance on it. You are the bee, which hovers around the lotus-like hearts of sages like NARADA. Your form shines beautifully like the evanescent dark clouds.
Your attire surpasses the brilliance of gold. You held aloft in your own hand MANDARA mountain. Your exploits are sung by SANAKA and others. You are ever engrosses in giving the desired boons to those who prostrate at your lotus-like feet.
You allayed the dreadful fear of GAJENDRA-the king elephant. You repose on the great serpent. You are to the demons what the great bird is to a serpent. You have GARUDA-the king of the birds-as your mount.
