Even in an event of hailstorm,
I didn't loose my gripping bond;
Like an octopus, I multiplied my
hands.
I went to 'Durga' to borrow her
mighty hands, only to grip. . .
never ever to slip in the isle sands.

I transform my mighty arms,
Serpentine wrenching power I
assume,
Only to grip. . . never to loose you in
the hailstorm!

Grip, grip, grip you again,
In the continual hailstorm, I grip
your veinless arm!!!