Devarpirane, my Lord!
Today, you will be out on Your palanquin,
On Hanuman's hands, placing Your holy feet;
Today, You will be out to delight the masses-
Your beautiful body adorned with flowers of all classes!
Today, the sky will peer down,
As You set out amidst jubilations aplomb;
From the Three Worlds, Your devotees will throng-
To see You come out amidst music and many a song.
Your face smiling- senses deriding;
Your eyes deep, Lotus Eyes indeed!
Your fragrance in the air will waft,
Your presence will send all into attention rapt.
You have been praised as the Lord of the thick garden-
But oh! the foliage has been by calamities stricken;
Then how unfortunate, my Lord-
That i cannot even offer a little flower!
You steal my mind, O Protector of my Clan,
i wish i were near You holding a fan!
Bedecked in all finery, to see You,
In my mind now, is raging a greedy hue!