Aniruddha Bandha Visayanusandha

Setting out to learn the truth of Aniruddha's captivity, you reached Bana's city, your own splendour spreading far. Made all the purer by the fame of your battle with Hara (Shiva), you were death to the hosts of Bhava's followers who spread a net of weapons; with the yawning weapon you subdued Bhava and conquered the weapons of the world, and with arrows loosed again and again you overcame the victorious Bana. In the midst of the battle, when Kotara, the mother of Bali's son, came forward with her body bare, you felt ashamed and turned your face away. You created a second fever that put an end to the enemy's fever, and then showed it your favour, and your fame was widely told. When Bali's wicked son came at you again, your power was seen in cutting off his many arms. Pleased by Shiva's hymn of praise, you mercifully granted Bana his life and the position of Shiva's own associate, so vast was your kindness in protecting Bali's son. Skilled in freeing your grandson Aniruddha, who had been bound by the noose of serpent-arrows, you gladdened your own side, and, doing what no human could do, you brought Lord Aniruddha home together with his bride. Then you came back to your own cowherd village, O you who carry the flute at your waist, filling everyone with joy and all Vraja with festivity. Glory to you, O hero, supreme lord born in the dynasty of the cowherd king!