As and when you desire in your mind, I shall present myself before you, without delay

Sloka:

The one who had the complexion of cloud with long stoud arms, he (Ghatothkacha), raising himself, spoke thus to Bheema, his father

Dad, I hereby bow on your feet, May your mercy be bestowed on me

Your mercy be bestowed on me

Faultless Command – May you issue today – hey pure hearted one, to go with mother