nṛsiṃha ochtend

namas te narasiḿhāya

prahlādāhlāda-dāyine

hiraṇyakaśipor vakṣaḥ-

śilā-ṭańka-nakhālaye

(next verses)

1
I offer my obeisances to Lord Narasimha
who gives joy to Prahlada Maharaja
but on the chest of Hiranyakasipu
his nails are like chisels

2
Nrsimha is here, and Nrsimha is there
wherever I go, everywhere is Nrsimha
in the heart is Nrsimha, and outside is Nrsimha
I surrender to Lord Nrsimha, origin of all things, supreme refuge

3
just as one can easily crush a wasp
between one's fingernails, in the same way
the body of Hiranyakasipu has been ripped
by Your wonderful pointed beautiful nails

4
O Kesava who assumed the form of half-man, half-lion!
all glories to You, Lord Hari!
all glories to You, Lord Hari!
all glories to You, Lord Hari!