TEXT 57

TEXT 57

ekā rātrye buli' matsya māriye nirjane
bhūta-preta āmāra nā lāge 'nṛsiṁha'-smaraṇe

Перевод

"I wander alone at night killing fish in solitary places, but because I remember the hymn to Lord Nṛsiṁha, ghosts do not touch me.