Do you, O lord, dividing yourself into four, O Vişņu, become born a sons in the three wives, resembling Modesty, Auspiciousness, and Fame, of Ayodhyā's lord, king Dasaratha, cognizant of Duty, and munificent, and possessing energy, and like to a Maharsi. Do you, O Visnu, becoming man, slay in battle this thorn of the worlds, the pampered Răvaņa, incapable of being slain by the gods; for the foolish Rākşasa by virtue of sublimated prowess, baffles the deities, and the Gandharvas, and the Siddhas, and the foremost of saints.
राज्ञो दशरथस्य त्वमयोध्याधिपतेर्विभो॥ धर्मज्ञस्य वदान्यस्य महार्षिसमतेजसः। अस्य भार्यासु तिसृषु ह्रीश्रीकीर्युपमासु च॥ विष्णो पुत्रत्वमागच्छ कृत्वाऽऽत्मानं चतुर्विधम्। तत्र त्वं मानुषो भूत्वा प्रवृद्धं लोककण्टकम्॥ अवध्यं दैवतैर्विष्णो समरे जहि रावणम्। स हि देवान् सगन्धर्वान् सिद्धांश्च ऋषिसत्तमान् ॥