To pour redress on India's injur'd realm
The oppressor to dethrone, the proud to whelm;
To chase destruction from her plunder'd shore
With arts and arms that triumph'd once before,
The tenth Avater comes! at Heaven's command
Shall Seriswattee wave her hallowed wand!
And Camdeo bright, and Ganesa sublime,
Shall bless with joy their own propitious clime! —
Come, Heav'nly Powers! primeval peace restore!
Love! — Mercy! — Wisdom! — rule for evermore!