Verse 33

³³A hunter named Jara, whose arrow was made from the scrap of iron left over from the pestle, pierced that foot, taking it for a deer's face and thinking it a deer. ³⁴Seeing that four-armed Person, the man who had done the harm fell in fear with his head at the feet of the enemy of the demons. ³⁵This was done by me in ignorance, a sinner, slayer of Madhu. You should forgive me, a sinner, you whose renown is highest, you who are without fault. ³⁶To you, Visnu, of whom they say that remembering him destroys the darkness of men's ignorance, to that very one, master, I have done what is not good. ³⁷So kill me quickly, Vaikuntha, the sinner, the deer-hunter, so that I may not again make such a trespass against the good.

³⁸What is made by the yoga of his own self, Virinci does not know, nor Rudra and the others, who are his sons, nor those who are lords of speech, their sight covered by your maya. What can we, whose course is unreal, plainly sing of you, of him?