संसारघोरगहने चरतो मुरारेमारोग्रभीकरमृगप्रचुरार्दितस्य ।आर्तस्य मत्सरनिदाघसुदुःखितस्यलक्ष्मीनृसिंह मम देहि करावलम्बम् ॥ ११ ॥
In plain words
O Lord, I am wandering lost in the terrifying jungle of worldly existence, constantly mauled by the fierce predators of desire and scorched by the burning summer heat of envy. Broken and crying out in distress, O Lakshmi-Nrisimha, please reach down and hold my hand.
Close to the Sanskrit
O Murari! Of the one wandering in the terrible forest of Samsara, who is afflicted by many fierce and terrifying beasts of desire, who is distressed, who is deeply pained by the summer heat of jealousy—O Lakshmi-Nrisimha, give to me the support of Your hand.