अन्धस्य मे हृतविवेकमहाधनस्यचोरैर्महाबलिभिरिन्द्रियनामधेयैः ।मोहान्धकारकुहरे विनिपातितस्यलक्ष्मीनृसिंह मम देहि करावलम्बम् ॥ १५ ॥
In plain words
I am blind. Thieves came, too strong for me, and they go by the name 'the senses' — and they carried off the one great fortune I had, viveka, the power to tell the real from the unreal. Then they threw me down into a pit, into the dark of delusion. Lakṣmī-Nṛsiṃha, reach down your hand for me to hold.
Close to the Sanskrit
Of me, blind, whose great wealth of discrimination has been carried off by thieves of great strength bearing the name 'the senses', hurled down into the cave of the darkness of delusion — O Lakṣmī-Nṛsiṃha, give to me the support of your hand.