Hari Kusuma Stavakam

I glorify Hari, whose gait shames even the most intoxicated elephant, whose teeth put to shame the beautiful, fragrant jasmine bud, whose radiance destroys the pride of countless Kamadevas in form, and whose charming mouth blossoms with a lovely, cluster-like smile.

...whose flute, once made to speak, captivates the young women; whose lotus eyes dance with the exhilaration of love; who is devoted to sport that makes the flood of divine mellows expand; who is the true refuge of people devoted to life's highest goal.

...who adorns the banks of the Yamuna with his very footsteps; whose lovely feet are worshiped even by the lords of the universe; whose soft throat glows, brightened by a pendant necklace; who is made even more charming by the tilaka mark drawn with rucaka pigment.

...whose crest is set with a swaying, flickering peacock feather; whose arm undertook the lifting of the king of mountains; who made the very hood of the serpent king his dancing stage; whose heart delights in sporting within the caves of the mountain.

...who gives festive joy to his tender-hearted friends; whose venerable accounts of pastimes shake off the influence of Kali; whose arms hold a strength the whole world finds impossible to conquer; who stays close to Balarama and the young cowherd boys.

...who is a wish-fulfilling tree for the desires of saintly well-wishers; who is a new Cupid, the flower-arrowed god, for the young women of Vraja; who is most expert in protecting all who take shelter of him; and who is a fierce, blazing sun to the stone-hearted multitude of the wicked.

...whose lotus hand holds a gathered bouquet of flowers; who is a lion to the maddened elephant-demon Baka; whose soft flute-notes captivate even the herds of does; whose voice rings out brilliant, like the song of the cuckoo.

...who in battle cut down the wicked Rakshasas; who is the very source of the creeping vine of auspicious fame for all people; who is Agastya, the pot-born sage who drank the ocean, to the ocean of material existence; who is beyond the material modes; and whose devotees are free from contact with the modes.

...who is resplendent with divine qualities beyond all counting; whose excellent face is a very twin to the rays of a smile; who is a hammer that split apart the proud demon Vrishasura; and whose very being consists of playful pastimes performed in a dazzling variety of guises.

...who, like the full moon, destroyed the darkness that was Maya's son, Vyomasura; who plunged the entire race of demon kings into distress; that very delight of his own family — I bow down here to Hari.

I glorify Hari, upon whose chest the goddess of fortune herself radiantly resides, who is resplendent with a garland that is a very abode for humming bees, and who is like the most auspicious sandalwood paste that blesses womankind with supreme auspiciousness.