namāmīśvaraḿ sac-cid-ānanda-rūpaḿ 
lasat-kuṇḍalaḿ gokule bhrājamanam 
yaśodā-bhiyolūkhalād dhāvamānaḿ 
parāmṛṣṭam atyantato [bad word] gopyā
 [bad word]  muhur netra-yugmaḿ mṛjantam 
karāmbhoja-yugmena sātańka-netram 
muhuḥ śvāsa-kampa-trirekhāńka-kaṇṭha- 
sthita-graivaḿ dāmodaraḿ bhakti-baddham
 
itīdṛk sva-līlābhir ānanda-kuṇḍe 
sva-ghoṣaḿ nimajjantam ākhyāpayantam 
tadīyeṣita-jñeṣu bhaktair jitatvaḿ 
punaḥ prematas taḿ śatāvṛtti vande
 
varaḿ deva mokṣaḿ na mokṣāvadhiḿ vā 
na canyaḿ vṛṇe ‘haḿ vareṣād apīha 
idaḿ te vapur nātha gopāla-bālaḿ 
sadā me manasy āvirāstāḿ kim anyaiḥ
 
idaḿ te mukhāmbhojam atyanta-nīlair 
vṛtaḿ kuntalaiḥ snigdha-raktaiś ca gopyā 
muhuś cumbitaḿ bimba-raktādharaḿ me 
manasy āvirāstām alaḿ lakṣa-lābhaiḥ
 
namo deva dāmodarānanta viṣṇo 
prasīda prabho duḥkha-jālābdhi-magnam 
kṛpā-dṛṣṭi-vṛṣṭyāti-dīnaḿ batānu 
gṛhāṇeṣa mām ajñam edhy akṣi-dṛśyaḥ
 
kuverātmajau baddha-mūrtyaiva yadvat 
tvayā mocitau bhakti-bhājau kṛtau ca 
tathā prema-bhaktiḿ svakāḿ me prayaccha 
na mokṣe graho me ‘sti dāmodareha
 
namas te ‘stu dāmne sphurad-dīpti-dhāmne 
tvadīyodarāyātha viśvasya dhāmne 
namo rādhikāyai tvadīya-priyāyai 
namo ‘nanta-līlāya devāya tubhyam
 
1) To the Supreme Lord, whose form is the embodiment of eternal existence, knowledge, and bliss, whose shark-shaped earrings are swinging to and fro, who is beautifully shining in the divine realm of Gokula, who I (due to the offense of breaking the pot of yogurt that His mother was churning into butter and then stealing the butter that was kept hanging from a swing) is [bad word] from the wooden grinding mortar in fear of mother Yasoda, but who has been caught from behind by her who ran after Him with greater speed--to that Supreme Lord, Sri Damodara, I offer my humble obeisances.
 
2) (Seeing the whipping stick in His mother's hand) He is crying [bad word] 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.
 
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 imbues 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.
 
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 (which may be obtained by executing the nine processes of bhakti). O Lord, I simply wish that this form of Yours as Bala Gopala in Vrndavana may ever be manifest in my heart, for what is the use to me of any other boon besides this?
 
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 Yasoda, and Your lips are reddish like the bimba [bad word]  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.
 
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 mercy upon me, deliver this poor ignorant fool who is immersed in an ocean of worldly sorrows, and [bad word] visible to my eyes.
 
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 long for this and have no desire for any kind of liberation.
 
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.