A Praise To The Lord Of Garuḍa
Glorius are ye! Who rides on Garuḍa, full of glee! Seeing whom, the most untamed demons flee!
Is there anyone who can compare himself to you? Who supports earth, sky, fire and water, blue? Who can presume to know you, who can be equal to you, who's of a Darkish Blue Hue?
Was it not you, who flew from your Serpentine Throne? To Gajendra who was death prone, Caught in the jaws of a Crocodile, You cut off it's mouth and relieved them both with that O' so precious smile?
Was it not you, who flew With your Consort Satyabhāma of a golden Hue, To slay the Demon Naraka, Who was matched by only you!
Pray! My Lord, be careful, I plead! Let not temple hymns fill you with too much glee. Lest you slip from Garuḍa’s speed, And tumble down from the sky so free!
For unlike Bhū Devī, so gentle, so bright, No tusks can lift you with such grace, Should you descend from your glorious height, And none could restore you to your place!
There he goes, My Lord of Grace! Here he comes, on the bird with a steady yet swift pace! Nay, he alone is salvation, the Ruler of space. He indeed is our Salvation, the Lord of Grace !
Glorius are ye! Who rides on Garuḍa, full of glee! Seeing whom, the most untamed demons flee!
Is there anyone who can compare himself to you? Who supports earth, sky, fire and water, blue? Who can presume to know you, who can be equal to you, who's of a Darkish Blue Hue?
Was it not you, who flew from your Serpentine Throne? To Gajendra who was death prone, Caught in the jaws of a Crocodile, You cut off it's mouth and relieved them both with that O' so precious smile?
Was it not you, who flew With your Consort Satyabhāma of a golden Hue, To slay the Demon Naraka, Who was matched by only you!
Pray! My Lord, be careful, I plead! Let not temple hymns fill you with too much glee. Lest you slip from Garuḍa’s speed, And tumble down from the sky so free!
For unlike Bhū Devī, so gentle, so bright, No tusks can lift you with such grace, Should you descend from your glorious height, And none could restore you to your place!
There he goes, My Lord of Grace! Here he comes, on the bird with a steady yet swift pace! Nay, he alone is salvation, the Ruler of space. He indeed is our Salvation, the Lord of Grace !