by Damodara Rao Dasu

P	paritApamu gani yADina palukula marachitivO Apalukula marachitivO ||	Oh Sri Rama, have you forgotten the assurance that you gave me seeing my miserable plight. What happened to those sweet words?
AP	sarilEni sitatO sarayoo madhyambuna nA ||	You were delightfully seated along with your unparalleled consort Sita in boat on Sarayu river.
C	varamagu bangAru vADanu merayuchu padi pooTalapai karuNincheda nanuchu kreeganula tyAga rAjuni ||	You both were beautifully shining on the golden boat. You assured me with compassionate looks to assuage my sufferings in ten days.

P	paluku kanDa chakkeranu gEru nE paNatulAra chooDarE ||	Oh beautiful maids, see and listen to the words of Rama which are sweet like sugar candy.
AP	koluvu kooTamunu koluchu vArini pilichi dASaradhi prEmameera balikE ||	Rama beacons affectionately some serving devotees in his court and talks to them.
C	surala kAminee maNula gana mA daraNa nAlakinchuchunu SrungA ra rasayukta vAra ramaNulADa joochi sarasa tyAgarAja varunitO bogaDE ||	He enjoys the melodious music by celestial singers with great interest. He watches the graceful dance of beautiful celestial dancers and extols them. Sri Rama is Tyagaraja's favorite deity.

P	paralOka bhayamu lEka bhavapASa baddhulayyEru ||	People are getting entrenched in the net of worldliness without any fear of the other 'lokas' after this life.
AP	kari vAji SrungArArAma Sibi kAdulella manakE kalgenani ||	They are proud of acquiring elephants, horses, beautiful gardens, palanquins and all possible luxuries.
C	konnakAntalu kOnabiDDalanu vanne cheeralanu vAna guDiselanu tinnagA ganE dEvalOkamani tannukOLLalO tyAgarAjanuta ||	They imagine that money-minded women, indiscipilined children, colorful costly sarees and houses are their paradise. Oh Rama worshipped by Tyagaraja, they don't realise that all those possessions are only temporary props.

P	prANanAdha birAna brOvavE ||	Oh dear Lord, please hasten to protect me.
AP	vENugAnamuchE padiyAru vEla gOpikala pAlinchi yElE||	Oh Krishna, you entyced and entangled sixteen thousand Gopikas by your mesmarising and irresistible music on flute.
C	venna meegaDala vEDka meeraganu kannapinna vAnDla kaDupu ninchi tinnagA velayu divya roopamA chinni krishNa dayachEsi tyAgarAja ||	Oh little Krishna, you delightfully filled the stomachs of children with butter and cheese but you mischivously pretended innocense. Your appearence is divine. Please protect Tyagaraja.