Kavitāyē Ca Kathāyē

Karunasagara

He whose nails are covered in blood, and face in anger, 

He lifts a little boy onto his lap, 

And that little boy can't protest, 

For even in anger, Hari is an ocean of Karuna, 

One the little boy seems to have been drowning in for ages. 

And the son of Hiranyakashipu doesn't mind, 

For how can he? 

He has been drowning in the Sagara that is his Hari, 

Yet his Hari is the only thing keeping him afloat,

The only thing enveloping him.