पूर्वं यैर् एव मत्तातश् चामरैर् उपवीजितः । सहस्रनयनस् स्वर्गे कष्टं तैर् एव वीज्यते
Those very fans with which the intoxicated Indra was once fanned are now used to fan him in distress, even in heaven.
इयम् अस्माकम् अन्यापद् आगता दैन्यदायिनी । तस्यैकस्य प्रसादेन दुष्पौरुषवतो हरेः
This misfortune, bringing only misery, has come upon us because of the favor shown to that one, the weak and powerless Hari.
तद्दोर्वनघनच्छायालब्धविश्रान्तयस् सुराः । न कदाचन तप्यन्ते हिमाद्रेर् इव सानवः
The gods, who once found rest in the shade of his mighty arms, now never experience comfort, like the slopes of the Himalayas exposed to the sun.
शौरिशौर्योग्रशिखरसंश्रयेणाश्रितश्रियः । अस्मान् समुपतप्यन्ति मुनीञ् शाखामृगा इव
Those who once sought refuge in the fierce valor of the heroic Shouri, now oppress us, like wild monkeys tormenting sages.
तेनासुरपुरन्ध्रीणां नित्यमण्डनमङ्गले । मुखपद्मे ऽर्पितं बाष्पम् अब्जिनीनां हिमं यथा
Because of him, the tears placed upon the lotus faces of the demon women, always adorned and auspicious, are like dew upon lotuses.
शीर्णभिन्नलुठद्भित्तिर् जगज्जर्जरमण्डपः । अयं नीलमणिस्तम्भैस् तद्भुजैर् एव धार्यते
This world, a crumbling pavilion with broken, scattered walls, is now supported only by his sapphire-like arms, as by pillars.
स धर्ता सुरसैन्यस्य मज्जतो विपदर्णवे । क्षीरोदोदरमग्नस्य मन्दरस्येव कच्छपः
He is the supporter of the army of the gods, sinking in the ocean of calamity, like the tortoise supporting Mount Mandara submerged in the ocean of milk.
एते तातादयस् सर्वे तेनैवासुरसत्तमाः । पातिताः क्षुब्धकल्पान्तवातेनेव कुलाचलाः
All these, beginning with Tāṭa and others, were struck down by that very chief of the demons, as mountain ranges are toppled by the storm at the end of an age.
स एष एवं संहारकर्मक्षमभुजावलिः । सुरसार्थसुहृच् छ्रीमान् विषमो मधुसूदनः
He, whose arms are fit for the work of destruction, is the illustrious Madhusūdana, friend of the hosts of gods, yet formidable and uneven.
दैत्यदोर्दण्डपरशोस् तस्य वीर्येण वीर्यवान् । दानवान् बाधते शक्रो बालकान् इव मर्कटः
By the strength of his weapon, the demon's mighty club, Indra, strong in valor, harasses the demons as a monkey would torment children.
दुर्जयः पुण्डरीकाक्षः प्रविमुक्तायुधो ऽपि सन् । नासौ शस्त्रास्त्रविच्छेदैर् वज्रसारो विदीर्यते
The lotus-eyed one is unconquerable; even when deprived of weapons, he is not shattered by the breaking of missiles and arms, for his essence is like a diamond.
अभ्यस्ता बहवस् तेन मिथःप्रेरितपर्वताः । भीमास् समरसंरम्भास् समम् अस्मत्पितामहैः
Many fierce battles have been practiced by him, with mountains hurled against each other, equally matched with our forefathers.
तासु तास्व् अतिघोरासु विततास्व् असुराजिषु । यो न भीत इदानीं स भयम् एष्यति का कथा
In those exceedingly terrible and widespread battles among the demon armies, whoever is not afraid now will surely come to fear; what more need be said?
उपायम् एकम् एवेमं हरेर् आक्रमणे स्फुटम् । मन्ये तद्व्यतिरेकेण विद्यते न प्रतिक्रिया
I consider this one clear method alone for attacking Hari; apart from this, there is no other remedy.
सर्वात्मना सर्वधिया सर्वसंरम्भरंहसा । स एव शरणं देवो गतिर् अस्तीह नान्यथा
With all one's being, all one's mind, and the full force of all one's effort, only that god is the refuge; there is no other way here.
न तस्माद् अधिकः कश्चिद् अस्ति लोकत्रयान्तरे । प्रलयस्थितिसर्गाणां हरिः कारणतां गतः
There is none greater than him in the three worlds; Hari has become the cause of dissolution, preservation, and creation.
तस्मान् निमेषाद् आरभ्य नारायणम् अजं सदा । सम्प्रपन्नो ऽस्मि सर्वत्र नारायणमयो ह्य् अहम्
Therefore, from the very blink of an eye, I have always approached Narayana, the unborn; everywhere, I am indeed filled with Narayana.
नमो नारायणायेति मन्त्रस् सर्वार्थसाधकः । नापैति मम हृत्कोशाद् आकाशाद् इव मारुतः
The mantra 'Salutations to Narayana' accomplishes all purposes; it never departs from the core of my heart, just as the wind does not leave the sky.
हरिर् आशा हरिर् व्योम हरिर् उर्वी हरिर् जगत् । अयं हरिर् अमेयात्मा जातो हरिमयो ह्य् अहम्
Hari is hope, Hari is space, Hari is earth, Hari is the world; this Hari is of immeasurable essence, and I am indeed composed of Hari.
अविष्णुः पूजयन् विष्णुं न पूजाफलभाग् भवेत् । विष्णुर् भूत्वा यजेद् विष्णुम् अयं विष्णुर् अहं स्थितः
One who is not Vishnu, worshipping Vishnu, does not partake of the fruits of worship; becoming Vishnu, one should worship Vishnu—this Vishnu, I am established as.
अनन्तम् इदम् आकाशम् आपूर्य विनतासुतः । कनकाङ्गो ममाङ्गानाम् अयम् आसनतां गतः
Filling this infinite sky, the son of Vinata, with a golden body, has assumed the seat among my limbs.
करशाखैकविश्रान्तसर्वहेतिविहङ्गमाः । नखांशुमञ्जरीकीर्णा महामरकतद्रुमाः
Birds resting on the branches of my hands, the causes of all, adorned with clusters of rays from my nails, are great emerald trees.
इमे ते मृदुमन्दारदामदृब्धांसमण्डलाः । मन्दराघृष्टकेयूराश् चत्वारो मम बाहवः
These four arms of mine are soft, adorned with gentle mandara flowers, circles of Dama gems, and bracelets rubbed against Mandara mountain.
चलच्छशिकरापूरचारुचामरधारिणी । इयं मे पार्श्वगा लक्ष्मीः क्षीरोदजठरोत्थिता
This goddess Lakshmi, adorned with a charming chowrie made of moving moonbeams, stands at my side, having arisen from the ocean of milk.
हेलाविलब्धभुवना त्रैलोक्यतरुमञ्जरी । इयं मे पार्श्वगा कीर्तिर् धवलामलहासिनी
This goddess of fame, radiant and pure, whose smile is spotless, who has playfully gained the worlds and is the blossom of the wish-fulfilling tree of the three realms, stands at my side.
अनारतं जगज्जालनवनिर्माणकारिणी । इयं मे पार्श्वगा माया स्वेन्द्रजालविलासिनी
This goddess Māyā, ever engaged in creating the web of the world anew, who delights in wondrous illusions, stands at my side.
इयं सा हेलयाक्रान्तत्रैलोक्यतरुषण्डिका । जया स्फुरति मे पार्श्वे लता कल्पतरोर् इव
This is Jaya, who with ease has conquered the grove of wish-fulfilling trees of the three worlds; she shines beside me like a vine of the celestial tree.
इमौ मे नित्यशीतोष्णौ देवौ शीतांशुभास्करौ । प्रकटीकृतसंसारौ मुखमध्ये विलोचने
Here are the two gods, the cool-rayed moon and the radiant sun, ever present for me, manifesting the world of experience as the two eyes in the midst of my face.
ममेयम् उत्पलश्यामा पीनाम्भोधरसुन्दरी । श्यामीकृतककुप्चक्रा देहदीप्तिर् विसारिणी
This dark-blue goddess, beautiful as a swollen rain cloud and lotus-hued, is my own; her radiance spreads, turning the quarters dusky.
अयं मम करे शङ्खः पाञ्चजन्यस् स्फुरद्ध्वनिः । मूर्तं खम् इव शब्दात्म क्षीरोद इव संस्थितः
Here in my hand is the conch Pāñcajanya, resounding with vibrant tones, tangible like space embodied in sound, resting as if arisen from the ocean of milk.