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