Oh Lord with lotus like face! Destroyer of hordes of demons! Protect me Oh the repository of vitues.
NARADA and other sages prostrate at your feet. You recline on the king serpent and you are peerless. Your lips shine like BIMBA fruit. Your divine form shines darker than the rain bearing clouds; you are adorned in golden robes; your neck shines with KAUSTUBHA garland; Oh Lord! you have GARUDA as mount! Please remove my sorrow; you subdued the pride of INDRA, oh supreme Lord!
You allayed the fear of elephant; protected the pious zelously; you are to the hordes of wocked what wind is to the clouds. You brim with compassion towards your devotees who have done heaps of virtuous deeds. Oh the destoyer of the demon MURA! MADHAVA! Your teeth shine brilliantly like pieces of mirrors, oh the lord of celestials! dwell in my heart, oh peerless one!
You have the sun and the moon as your eyes; you dispense auspicious things, your exploits are sacred and pure. Oh AMBURUHANABHA! Compassionate one! Your tresses are adorned with fragrant flowers. You are skillful in allaying the fear of wordly existence. “May your lotus like feet bestow on me, the everlasting bliss.
