जय जय मरकत कन्दलसुन्दर

O Lord whose transcendental form eclipses the splendor of blossoming blue lotus flowers, O Lord who has become fair by the touch of the kunkuma from Radha's breasts, O Lord who wears a handsome peacock feather crown, O charming Lord, O cage where the parrot of Candravali's heart is confined,

O Lord whose flute-musi makes the grass fall from the does' mouths, O Lord worshiped by the sidelong glances of the saintly gopis maddened by the handsomeness of Your sweet smile,

O Lord whose lotus mouth is splendid with betel nuts, O Lord whose garments are magnificent as gold, O Lord whose many transcendental pastimes destroy the peaceful composure of Siva, Brahma, Sanaka Kumara, and Sanatana Gosvami,