The celestials cried for succour in sore
Distress from the roguish ogre of yore.
Then did the Supreme soon you up conjure.
Inviolate you sprang, atom of fire,
Virgin too to lure the lust of evil
Banasura, tempting him to his doom - 
Call it legendary time or what you will
And the world breathed free from the lethal gloom.
Timeless at the Cape of the seas triune,
Your penance lulls the surf to a lapping lilt
To muffle their coil to a breath serene
And to rein in their vile tide of tumult.