Hey lion-man, the one who bears Disc (chakram),

Krishna, save me, hey the Mura’s foe.

 

Hey the one with the complextion of blue lotus,

your tricks these are – hey, the immeasurable.

 

The pot given by sun-god – see this – without food

To feed you  even a bit, there is no food – this is true

Sloka:

The sin-eradicating Krishna appeared before Panchali who was praying with flickering eye, thereby making her happy

 

Hey, blessed one, the generous daughter of Panchala King,

Listen, hey the liberal one.

 

To others – telling one’s problems – is a common thing –

so do I think.

 

Hey, the aristocratic, I hereby speak a grave concern 
Starvation is rendering my heart exhausted,  know that kindly.

 

Sloka:

Then the Rishi went to take dip in River Ganges eagerly and Panchali, seeing that the devine pot no food left for the day, wept in fear.

 

What to do? Oh! God!

What to do?

 

Foodless – this pot has become –

Why has this happened now?

 

In River Ganges, after taking bath, the great Rishi –

will ask for food  to me without delay  –  what to do then?

 

In this world amongst ladies – am the most ill-fortuned –

Hey the ocean of fortunes,

I consider you as the ideal devotee. 

 

Going now to River Ganges,

the divine river to take a dip.

 To bless the dovotees and to kill the evil ones –

with content, you travel across the earth – for sure.

 

To serve the honorable, I should get a chance.  For that,

please accomplish bathing prayers and come.

Hey son of Kunti, saying pleasing words, not appropriate

considering your life in this forest.

apart from miseries, what happiness you have!

 

The divine pot you are blessed with, hearing that– 

many are praising you, higly blessed–

you are,  If you think about it.

Sloka:
Dharmaputra, naturally an initiator, along with his guru (Dhaumya) who was already present, approached the the one deployed by foe, and spoke thus with enclosed palms.
 

Hail! Hail, the one rich with penance, great-minded –

Now, my birth has borne fruit – by the sight of you.

 

For now, all my miseries  have been eliminated, and – 

I was blessed even before, certainly

would be for good – this visit of yours.

 

Hey, the one borne from a Siva, noble-minded,

Sloka:

The arrogant Durvasa, prompted by Duryodhana, along with his disciples, approached the king, immersed in thoughts about Lord Siva.

 

Hey, Lord who wears horned moon, guard me –

the Lord of Letters, guard me. 

 

Hey they one whose feets are invoked by– 

the gods such as Indra, guard me.