O lord, you are the one first among all to save your devotees from the dark of ignorance, bearing an excellent bow and arrows in your hands. A furious wind to disperse the mass of clouds in the shape of colossal ignorance, a fire to consume the forest of doubts, and delight of the gods, you are both with and with out attributes, a shrine of virtues and most lovely to look at: nay, you are a burning midday sun to scatter the darkness of delusion.
A veritable lion to kill the elephants of lust, anger, and pride, constantly abide in the forest of devotees mind. A severe frost to blast the lotus bed of sensual desires, you are generous beyond consumption. You are the one who can save one with ease all from the fear of being born and reborn in this mundane world.
O lord you are ocean of compassion all the way to help the life in its true spirit. You are befriended of the meek and reliever of the suppliant’s agony.
O delight of sages and lord of your devotees please help the life to cross over the ocean of fear their in to reach at the final beatitude with all glory and grace.
May god help the life to reach at its true pace.
Thanks please.
