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namas te narasimhaya prahladahlada-dayine hiranyakashipor vakshah- shila-tanka-nakhalaye ito nrisimhah parato nrisimho yato yato yami tato nrisimhah bahir nrisimho hridaye nrisimho nrisimham adim sharanam prapadye tave kara-kamala-vare nakham adbhuta-shringam dalita-hiranyakashipu-tanu-bhrigam keshava-dhrita-narahari-rupa jaya jagadisha hare I offer my obeisances to Lord Narasimha, who gives joy to Prahlada Maharaja and whose nails are like chisels on the stonelike chest of the demon Hiranyakashipu. Lord Nrisimha is here and also there. Wherever I go Lord Nrisimha is there. He is in the heart and is outside as well. I surrender to Lord Nrisimha, the origin of all things and the supreme refuge. O Keshava! O Lord of the universe! O Lord Hari, who have assumed the form of half-man, half-lion! All glories to You! Just as one can easily crush a wasp between one's fingernails, so in the same way the body of the wasp-like demon, Hiranyakashipu, has been ripped apart by the wonderful pointed nails on Your beautiful lotus hands.
