1.10

With warrior blood you cleansed this world of sin,
Bringing renewed peace where misery had been—
Keshava-Krishna incarnate as the Wielder of the Axe!
Hosanna to the Lord of the World, Hari-Krishna!

In battle, you made offerings of crowning perfection:
One of Ravana’s ten heads to please the lord of
each direction—
Keshava-Krishna incarnate as Rama!
Hosanna to the Lord of the World, Hari-Krishna!

Murky is the mantle on your pale body, dusky as a cloud,
Dark as the Yamuna, fearfully following as you plowed—
Keshava-Krishna incarnate as the Plowman!
Hosanna to the Lord of the World, Hari-Krishna!

Deeming the slaughter of animals—oh! oh!—a cruel vice,
You censured Vedic texts for prescribing sacrifice—
Keshava-Krishna, incarnate as the compassionate
Buddha!
Hosanna to the Lord of the World, Hari-Krishna!

To vanquish the invading barbarous horde,
You will wield a comet, your dreadful deadly sword—
Keshava-Krishna incarnate as Kalki!
Hosanna to the Lord of the World, Hari-Krishna!