VERSE 7: MERCY OF THE LORD EVEN DURING HIS FEROCIOUS STATE
Oh Kapata Narasimha! Oh Lord, who did not swerve away from the boons given to Hiranya and yet hoodwinked him through your avatara features! When You appeared out of the Pillar in his palace with the frightening swirl of your manes and ear-shattering roars, your brows were twittering with your mighty anger at Hiranya for the injustices that he did to your devotee. Even in that state of fury, your lotus eyes fell with mercy on Prahlaada. Those merciful glances were like the feedings of divine and invigorating milk to the child Prahlaada. Your limitless compassion to your devotees became evident then.