बद्ध्वा गले यमभटा बहु तर्जयन्तःकर्षन्ति यत्र भवपाशशतैर्युतं माम् ।एकाकिनं परवशं चकितं दयालोलक्ष्मीनृसिंह मम देहि करावलम्बम् ॥ १२ ॥
In plain words
A rope at my neck, and Yama's men are hauling me off, snarling at me the whole way — me, already tied with a hundred cords of this world, alone, in someone else's hands, shaking. Compassionate one, Lakṣmī-Nṛsiṃha, give me your hand to hold.
Close to the Sanskrit
Where, having bound me at the neck, Yama's henchmen, threatening much, drag me — me, bound with hundreds of nooses of worldly existence, alone, in another's power, trembling — O compassionate one, O Lakṣmīnṛsiṃha, give me the support of your hand.