Verse 20

²⁰Let Kesava with his mace guard me at daybreak, Govinda with his flute taken up in the early morning, Narayana with his high power in the forenoon, Visnu with the king of discs in his hand at midday, ²¹in the afternoon the god, the slayer of Madhu, with his terrible bow; in the evening let Madhava of the three abodes guard me; at nightfall the lord of the senses, and at midnight, in the dead of the night, let him of the lotus navel guard me alone. ²²In the last watch of the night the Lord who wears the Srivatsa; at first light the Lord Janardana holding his sword; at each turn of the day let Damodara guard me, and at dawn the Bhagavan, lord of all, whose body is time.

²³Wheel of the Bhagavan, whose rim is sharp as the fire at the end of an age, flung by him and turning on every side: burn, burn up the enemy army quickly, as fire with the wind for its friend burns dry grass. ²⁴Mace, whose sparks are the touch of the thunderbolt: crush them, crush them. You are dear to the Unconquered. Grind the kusmandas and vinayakas, the yaksas and raksasas, the ghosts and the seizing spirits; grind our enemies to powder. ²⁵You, king of conches, filled by Krsna, terrible in sound, shaking the hearts of the enemy: drive off the night-walkers and the goblins, the ghosts and the mothers, the flesh-eaters, and the dreadful-eyed ones who seize a brahmin.

²⁶You, best of swords with your keen edge, set to work by the Lord: cut, cut down the enemy army for me. Shield of the hundred moons, cover the eyes of the sinning enemies; take away their evil sight.