Vamana: The Dwarf -

Mahabali, the Asura king, son of Vairochana, grandson of Prahlada

His penance did reap him the golden chariot, celestial weapons for the conquest

of heaven

Riding into battle, conquering the heavens, Mahabali sat powerful,

on the throne of Indra

He will fall, when he does not heed to words from his counsel, a curse will

fall on his head

A brooding mother did pray, for the glory of her sons, observing a payovrata

for lord Vishnu

To restore the order, he was born into this world, a dwarf son to Aditi,

mother of the devas

Marching to the kingdom, with tricks up his sleeve, asking for alms,

Mahabali agreed

Tell me oh Bramhachari, what will you have?

I will fulfill your desires,

grant any wish you have

Three paces of land are all I need

And three paces of land are all I’ll have

You wish shall be granted

Said the pompus King Mahabali

He paid no heed to his guru Shukracharya

Who warned him of deceit

Vamana did claim the land he did seek

From a dwarf to a giant he grew

Vamana!

The great deceiver

Vamana!

Mahabali was fooled

With every step you take, you cover the world

With his first stride he covered the distance

From the heaven to the earth

With the second he covered the netherworlds

With one stride left and nowhere to go

Bali offered his head

Vamana!

The great deceiver

Vamana!

Mahabali was fooled

With every step you take you cover the world

I grant you immortality for your humility

I grant you the chance to visit your people