In plain words
Hari, take away the pain of the one who is yours. You kept Dropadī's honour; you made the cloth grow and grow. For a devotee's sake you took on yourself the shape of Narhari and its body. You struck Hiranakaśyap down; you would not hold your patience. The elephant was going under; you killed the crocodile and brought him out of the water. Servant Mīrā, and Giridhar her beloved: there is grief everywhere, and pain.