namāmīśvaraṃ saccidānandarūpaṃ,lasatkuṇḍalaṃ gokule bhrājamānam|
yaśodābhiyolūkhalādhāvamānaṃ,parāmṛṣṭamatyaṃ tato drutya gopyā||1||
I bow down to the Supreme Lord, whose form is the embodiment of eternity, knowledge, and bliss. His shark-shaped earrings swing to and fro. He is shining beautifully in Gokula. Out of fear of mother Yashoda, He is running swiftly away from the wooden grinding mortar, but He is caught from behind by her who ran faster than Him. (1)
rudantaṃ muhurnetrayugmaṃ mṛjantaṃ,karāmbhoja-yugmena sātaṃkanetram|
muhuḥśvāsakampa – trirekhāprakaṇṭha –sthita graiva-dāmodaraṃ bhaktibaddham||2||
[Seeing the whipping stick in His mother's hand,] He is crying and rubbing His eyes again and again with His two lotus hands. His eyes are filled with fear, and the necklace of pearls around His neck, which is marked with three lines like a conch shell, is shaking because of His quick breathing due to crying. To this Supreme Lord, Sri Damodara, whose belly is bound not with ropes but with His mother's pure love, I offer my humble obeisances. (2)
itīdṛk svalīlābhirānanda kuṇḍe,svaghoṣaṃ nimajjantamākhyāpayantam|
tadīyeśitajñeṣu bhaktairjitatvaṃ,punaḥ prematastaṃ śatāvṛtti vande||3||
By such childhood pastimes as this, He is drowning the inhabitants of Gokula in pools of ecstasy, and is revealing to those devotees who are absorbed in knowledge of His supreme majesty and opulence that He is only conquered by devotees whose pure love is imbued with intimacy and is free from all conceptions of awe and reverence. With great love I again offer my obeisances to Lord Damodara hundreds and hundreds of times. (3)
varaṃ deva ! mokṣaṃ na mokṣāvadhiṃ vā,na cānyaṃ vṛṇe'haṃ vareśādapīha|
idante vapurnātha! gopālabālaṃ,sadā me manasyāvirāstāṃ kimanyaiḥ||4||
O Lord, although You are able to give all kinds of benedictions, I do not pray to You for the boon of impersonal liberation, nor the highest liberation of eternal life in Vaikuntha, nor any other boon. O Lord, I simply wish that this form of Yours as Bala Gopala in Vrindavana may ever be manifest in my heart, for what is the use to me of any other boon besides this? (4)
idante mukhāmbhojamavyaktanīlai -rvṛtaṃ kuntalaiḥ snigdha-raktaiśca gopyā|
muhuścumbitaṃ bimbaraktādharaṃ me,manasyāvirāstāmalaṃ lakṣalābhaiḥ||5||
O Lord, Your lotus face, which is encircled by locks of soft black hair tinged with red, is kissed again and again by mother Yashoda, and Your lips are reddish like the bimba fruit. May this beautiful vision of Your lotus face be ever manifest in my heart. Thousands and thousands of other benedictions are of no use to me. (5)
namo deva dāmodarānanta viṣṇo ! prasīda prabho ! duḥkhajālābdhimagnam|
kṛpādṛṣṭi-vṛṣṭyātidīnaṃ batānugṛhāṇeśa ! māmajñamedhyakṣidṛśyaḥ||6||
O Supreme Godhead, I offer my obeisances unto You. O Damodara! O Ananta! O Vishnu! O master! O my Lord, be pleased upon me. By showering Your glance of causeless mercy upon me, deliver this poor ignorant fool who is immersed in an ocean of worldly sorrows, and become visible to my eyes. (6)
kuberātmajau baddhamuratyaiva yadvat,tvayā mocitau bhaktibhājau kṛtau ca|
tathā premabhaktiṃ svakāṃ me prayaccha,na mokṣe graho me'sti dāmodareha||7||
O Lord Damodara, just as the two sons of Kuvera—Manigriva and Nalakuvara—were delivered from the curse of Narada and made into great devotees by You in Your form as a baby tied with rope to a wooden grinding mortar, in the same way, please give to me Your own prema-bhakti. I only yearn for this and have no desire for any kind of liberation. (7)
namaste'stu dāmne sphuraddīptidhāmne,tvadīyodarāyātha viśvasya dhāmne|
namo rādhikāyai tvadīya-priyāyai,namo'nantalīlāya devāya tubhyam||8||
O Lord Damodara, I first of all offer my obeisances to the brilliantly effulgent rope which binds Your belly. I then offer my obeisances to Your belly, which is the abode of the entire universe. I humbly bow down to Your most beloved Srimati Radharani, and I offer all obeisances to You, the Supreme Lord, who displays unlimited pastimes. (8)
