अव्यान्निर्घातघोरो हरिभुजपवनामर्शनाध्मातमूर्ते-रस्मान्विस्मेरनेत्रत्रिदशनुतिवचःसाधुकारैः सुतारः ।सर्वं संहर्तुमिच्छोररिकुलभुवनं स्फारविष्फारनादःसंयत्कल्पान्तसिन्धौ शरसलिलघटावार्मुचः कार्मुकस्य ॥
In plain words
May the divine bow protect us—its thunderous twang terrifying like a lightning strike when drawn by Hari’s mighty arm, praised by the gods with wide eyes of wonder, roaring with a vast sound to wipe out the strongholds of the demon clans, like a storm-cloud at the end of an eon unleashing torrents of arrows over the cosmic sea.
Close to the Sanskrit
May the bow protect us—whose form is swollen by contact with the wind of Hari’s arm, terrifying like a thunderclap, possessing a sharp pitch accompanied by the approving words of praise from wide-eyed gods, having a vast and expansive twang meant to completely destroy the abodes of the enemy clans, and resembling a rain cloud discharging masses of arrow-water in the ocean of the cosmic dissolution.