lakshmi-kataksha-sarasi-ruha-raja-hamsam
  pakshindra-shaila-bhavanam bhava-nasham isham
gokshira-sara-ghana-sara-patira-varnam
 vande kripa-nidhim ahobala-narasimham

"I offer my obeisances to that ocean of mercy, Ahobala Nrisimha.  He is a great swan swimming amongst the lotuses of Lakshmi's furtive glances.  He is the Supreme Lord, who puts an end to material imprisonment and who appeared from the stone of the Garuda pillar.  His body has lines of colour: both a creamy colour and the colour of rain clouds."

adyanta-shunyam ajam avyayam aprameyam
 aditya-candra-shikhi-locanam adi-devam
abja-mukabja-mada-lolupa-matta-bhringam
 vande kripa-nidhim ahobala-narasimham

"I offer my obeisances to that ocean of mercy, Ahobala Nrisimha.  He has no beginning or end. He is unborn, everlasting, and immeasurable.  He is the original God who gives brightness to the sun, moon, and to fire.  He is like a honey bee intoxicated by his passionate desire for the lotus face of Lakshmi."

kotira-koti-ghatitojjvala-kanti-kantam
 keyura-hara-mani-kundala manditangam
cudagra-ranjita-sudhakara-purna-bimbam
 vande kripa-nidhim ahobala-narasimham

"I offer my obeisances to that ocean of mercy, Ahobala Nrisimha.  He looks splendid with his thick shiny mane tied back and with his body decorated with armlets, necklaces, and jewelled ear rings.  His face is like the disc of the full moon, adorned with his crown."

varaha-vamana-nrisimha-subhagyam isham
 krida-vilola-hridayam vibhudendra-vandyam
hamsatmakam paramahamsa-mano-viharam
 vande kripa-nidhim ahobala-narasimham

"I offer my obeisances to that ocean of mercy, Ahobala Nrisimha.  He is the all-fortunate supreme Lord: Varaha, Vamana, and Nrisimha.  His heart is frolicking with his own playful pastimes.  The most intelligent persons pray to him, the Supreme soul, who fascinates the great sages."

mandakini-janana-hetu-padaravindam
 vrndarakalaya-vinodanam ujjvalangam
mandara-pushpa-tulasi-racitanghri-padmam
 vande kripa-nidhim ahobala-narasimham

"I offer my obeisances to that ocean of mercy, Ahobala Nrisimha.  His lotus feet are the source of the Ganges.  His body is resplendent as he enjoys himself in his superexcellent abode, and his lotus feet are bedecked with Tulasi leaves and the flowers from the heavenly coral tree."

tarunya-krishna-tulasi-dala-dhama-rabhyam
 dhatri ramabhi ramanam mahaniya-rupam
mantradhi-raja-matha-danava-mana-bhangam
 vande kripa-nidhim ahobala-narasimham

"I offer my obeisances to that ocean of mercy, Ahobala Nrisimha.  His most favourite thing is fresh dark Tulasi leaves.  He exhibits a magnificent form as he enjoys with his female assistants, the goddesses of fortune.  He breaks the pride of the demons by destroying Ravana, that master of magic spells."

paantvasmaam puruuhutavairi balavanmaatanga maadyadghataa
kumbhocchaadri vipaatanaadhi kapatu pratyekavajraayitaah
Shrimat kanthiravaasya pratatasunakharaa daaritaaraatiduura
pradhvasta dhvaatashaanta pravitata manasaa bhaavitaa nakivrnda

"May the wide-spread and auspicious nails of the lion-faced God, Narasimha, Who is in the company of His consort Laxmi, protect us. His nails are like thunderbolts and are highly skilled in tearing asunder the lofty mountain-like heads of the herds of strong and intoxicated elephants in the form of demons; the foes of Indradev. His nails are also meditated upon by the groups of devas with their broad minds which are concentrated upon Him and from which the darkness of ignorance is driven away to a great distance and the internal enemies of lust, anger, etc., are torn in twain."

lakshmikaanta samantato vikalayannai veshituste saman
pashyaamyuttama vastu duurataarato paastam rasoyo stumah
yadrosotkara daksanetra kutila prantotthitogni sphurat
khadyotopamavisphylinya bhasitaa brhmeshushakrot karaan

"Oh consort of Laxmi! Although I've made an all round study of the shastras, I don't find anything equal to You, Who are my master! The thing thought superior to You is therefore flung far and is similar to the 8th tuste (it does not exist). Brahma, Shiva, Indra and their hosts are reduced to ashes by the sparks of fire resembling sparking glowworms and issuing from the curved edge of Your right eye which is filled with masses of wrath."

(from the Introduction of Sri Hari Vayuh Stuti of Trivikram Panditacarya)