O Mother! How did these Foreign Devils invade your home? Was it, perhaps, not an invasion at first? But, ‘twere I who welcomed them in! Alas! When strength I had, how virtuous was I- Looting these Foreigners I deemed to be a sin. Once I overcome my stupor, O Mother, This very righteousness will curse me! While you are being violated so- Your Son is unable to entertain even the thought of killing a ferocious beast! Forsaken God Nrusimha, The Protector, have I! To mere Cow worship have I turned. Alas! Before a tiger become I, More docile than the very Cow I worship! Ah! Who has stung you? Wounded you with deadly poison? Woe betide me! T'was the very Snake I nourished with milk- He sank his teeth in you!