namâmîs'varam sac-cid-ânanda-rûpam
lasat-kundalam gokule bhrâjamânam
yas'odâ-bhiyolûkhalâd dhâvamânam
parâmrishtham atyantato [bad word] gopyâ [bad word] muhur netra-yugmam mrijantam
karâmbhoja-yugmena sâtanka-netram
muhuh s'vâsa-kampa-trirekhânka-kanthha-
sthita-graivam dâmodaram bhakti-baddham

itîdrik sva-lîlâbhir ânanda-kunde
sva-ghosham nimajjantam âkhyâpayantam
tad [bad word] jneshu bhaktair jitatvam
punah prematas tam s'atâvritti vande

varam deva moksham na mokshâvadhim vâ
na cânyam vrine 'ham vares'âd apîha
idam te vapur nâtha gopâla-bâlam
sadâ me manasy âvirâstâm kim anyaih

idam te mukhâmbhojam atyanta-nîlair
vritam kuntalaih snigdha-raktais' ca gopyâ
muhus' cubitam bimba-raktâdharam me
manasy âvirâstâm alam laksha-lâbhaih

namo deva dâmodarânanta vishno
prasîda prabho duhkha-jâlâbdhi-magnam
kripâ-drishthi-vrishthyâti-dînam batânu-
grihânes'a mâm ajñam edhy akshi-dris'yah

kuverâtmajau baddha-mûrtyaiva yadvat
tvayâ mocitau bhakti-bhâjau kritau ca
tathâ prema-bhaktim svakâm me prayaccha
na mokshe graho me 'sti dâmodareha

namas te 'stu dâmne sphurad-dîpti-dhâmne
tvadîyodarâyâtha vis'vasya-dhâmne
namo râdhikâyai tvadîya-priyâyai
namo 'nanta-lîlâya devâya tubhyam

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To the Lord whose form is ever to know glee,
His earrings swinging, the brilliance of Gokul,
Yasodha's yogurt-pot he broke stealing the [bad word] she seized Him, my respect unto Him.

Seeing the stick He [bad word] His eyes,
looking afraid with the pearl string on his neck.
No rope can bind Him, only love can,
To this Lord Dâmodar' all my respect, 

This childplay submerges Vrindavana in happiness,
and shows devotees how to know Him with wisdom.
The full of Him intimate knows free and devoted,
full of admiration and full of awe.

O Lord you grant freedom but impersonal no,
I long for no heaven or for another boon,
Your form Bala-Aopal ever in my heart,
no other favor has any meaning to me.

O Lord Your face, with black hair glowing red,
is kissed by Yasodha, Your Bimba-lips red as the [bad word] 
May your sweet face be forever in My heart,
Thousands of other favors are of no avail.

I honor You Dâmodhar, Ananta Vishnu
O master, my Lord be pleased with me.
Merciful casting Your glance frees this fool,
who thus may see You in his worldy grief.

The way You set Kuvera's sons free from the curse,
planting devotion as a baby to the block,
Please grant me too Your loving devotion,
that's all I desire, no other freedom.

First of all o lord I honor your bellies cord,
than the belly itself that carries the universe, 
Humly I bow for your sweetheart Râdhâ,
next then to You O lord of infinite joy.