The nails of Vishnu,
Who had assumed the guise of a lion,
Dabbled in the waves and whirlpools of the stream of blood.
And wallowed in flesh, as if in mud,
And with fragments of the joints of his massive bones
Made a mouthful of white lotus-stalks.
They enjoyed their tight clutch on his red and palpitating lotus-like heart,
And were the king-flamingos of the pool-like hole in the breast of that Daitya.
May the nails of Vishnu protect you!