ஶ்ரீலக்ஷ்மீந்ரு'ஸிம்ஹகராவலம்பஸ்தோத்ரம்

O Lord who dwells in the glorious ocean of milk, O wielder of the discus, O You whose holy form is adorned by the jewel on the hood of the king of serpents, O Lord of the yogis, O eternal one, O refuge of all, O boat to cross the ocean of worldly existence, O Lakshmi Narasimha, grant me the support of Your hands.

O Lord whose lotus feet are radiant with the luster of the countless crowns of Brahma, Indra, Rudra, the Maruts, and the Sun; O royal swan sporting in the lotus-like bosom of Lakshmi; O Lakshmi Narasimha, grant me the support of Your hands.

O Murari, I am wandering in the deep, dreadful forest of worldly existence, tormented by the fierce and terrifying beasts of lust and other passions; I am distressed and scorched by the heat of envy; O Lakshmi Narasimha, please grant me the support of Your hand.

Having fallen into this deep and terrifying well of worldly existence, which is fathomless and infested with hundreds of serpents of sorrow, I have come to Your feet, O Lord, in my helplessness; O Lakshmi Narasimha, please grant me the support of Your hand.

I am caught in the vast and terrible ocean of worldly existence, seized and held fast by the crocodile of time; I am overwhelmed and tormented by the surging waves of worldly attachments; O Lakshmi Narasimha, please grant me the support of Your hand.

I have climbed the tree of worldly existence, which has sin as its seed, countless karmas as its branches, the senses as its leaves, and desire as its flower, and which bears the fruit of sorrow; O compassionate one, O Lakshmi Narasimha, please grant me the support of Your hand.

O Lord Shauri, who rides the enemy of serpents (Garuda) and dwells in the ocean of nectar, I am a person whose form has been destroyed by being bitten by the sharp, poisonous, and fierce fangs of the great serpent of worldly existence; O Lakshmi Narasimha, please grant me the support of Your hand.

I am scorched by the fierce and terrifying flames of the forest fire of worldly existence; I have come to the lotus pond of Your feet, O Lakshmi Narasimha, please grant me the support of Your hand.

O Dweller of the universe, I have fallen into the net of worldly existence, and like a fish caught on the hook of sense objects, with my palate and head trembling in great fear, O Lakshmi Narasimha, please grant me the support of Your hand.

O Destroyer of all suffering, my body is being crushed by the blow of the trunk of the fearsome elephant of worldly existence; I am overwhelmed by the fear of death at the time of my final departure. O Lakshmi Narasimha, please grant me the support of Your hand.

I am blind, having been robbed of the great treasure of my discernment by the powerful thieves known as the senses; I have been cast into the dark pit of delusion; O Lakshmi Narasimha, grant me the support of Your hand.

O Lord of Lakshmi, O lotus-navelled One, O Lord of the gods, O Vishnu, O Lord of Vaikuntha, O Krishna, O slayer of Madhu, O lotus-eyed One, O protector of the Brahmanas, O Keshava, O Janardana, O Vasudeva, O Lord of the gods, grant the support of Your hands to this helpless one.

By the grace of Him whose illusory power has created this vast flowing river of existence, in which I am drowning, I seek the support of His mighty hands. This hymn, which brings happiness to the world, has been composed by Shankara, who is like a honeybee at the lotus feet of Lakshmi Narasimha.

O Lord, Ocean of Compassion, look upon me, who am helpless and drowning in the ocean of worldly existence. O Lakshmi Narasimha, who incarnated to remove the distress of Prahlada, grant me the support of Your hand.

Where the servants of Yama, binding me by the neck and threatening me repeatedly, drag me, bound by hundreds of worldly attachments, alone, helpless, and trembling; O compassionate Lord Lakshmi Narasimha, grant me the support of Your hands.

Holding the discus in one hand and the conch in another, supporting the daughter of the ocean (Lakshmi) with another, and with the remaining right hand showing the gesture of granting boons and fearlessness, marked with the lotus—O Lakshmi Narasimha, grant me the support of Your hands.

O dweller in the hearts of the foremost devotees like Prahlada, Narada, Parashara, Pundarika, and Vyasa; O Parijata tree that fulfills the desires of those devoted to You; O Lakshmi Narasimha, grant me the support of Your hands.

O Lakshmi Narasimha, who are like the lion's fangs to the herd of elephants that is this worldly existence, who are terrifying to the wicked demons that frighten me, and who are the remover of the fear of death at the time of the soul's departure, please grant me the support of Your hand.

This auspicious hymn, composed by Shankara, who is like a honeybee at the lotus feet of Lakshmi Narasimha, is bestowed upon the world. Those humans who recite this with devotion to Hari will attain His eternal, lotus-like abode.

O Lakshmi Narasimha, who art devoid of beginning and end, unborn, immutable, and immeasurable, whose glory is praised by the Sun, Rudra, and the Vedas, and who art like a bee intoxicated by the nectar of the lotus-like face of the daughter of the ocean (Lakshmi), grant me the support of Thy hands.

O Lord, who is the beloved of Lakshmi and others, who assumed the forms of Varaha, Rama, and Narasimha, who is worshipped by Brahma, Shiva, and the Suras who are eager for Your divine play, who is the embodiment of the Hamsa (the Supreme Spirit), and who delights in the pastimes of the Paramahamsas, O Lakshmi Narasimha, grant me the support of Your hands.

Narasimha is my Master, Narasimha is everything, Narasimha is my Mother, and Narasimha is my Father. Narasimha is my Brother, and Narasimha is my Friend. O Lakshmi Narasimha, please grant me the support of Your hands.

O Bee that dwells in the lotus-like heart of Prahlada! O One whose limbs are as white as the waves of the Ganga, and in whose lap resides Lakshmi! O One whose beautiful crown is adorned with splendor, O Lakshmi Narasimha, grant me your supporting hand.

If a person constantly recites this hymn composed by Sri Shankara, which is endowed with all virtues, he will be immediately cleansed of all sins, counted among the best of sages, and attain the grace of Lakshmi Narasimha; O Lakshmi Narasimha, grant me Your supporting hand.

O glorious Lord Narasimha, whose banner bears the emblem of Garuda, who alleviates the three types of afflictions, and who is the divine medicine for the cycle of worldly existence; O Hari, the remover of the torments caused by thirst, scorpions, water, fire, serpents, and diseases, I bow to You, my Guru.

Thus concludes the Lakshmi Narasimha Karavalamba Stotram, composed by Sri Shankaracharya, who is the disciple of Sri Govinda Bhagavatpada and the preceptor of the order of Paramahamsa Parivrajakas.