जय जय सद् गुण सर
O most virtuous Lord who descended to Gokula to give the best transcendental gift to the world, all glories to You! All glories to You!
Brahmā, Śiva, and Vaikuṇṭheśvara Nārāyaṇa's wife Lakṣmi meditate on You. O Lord, You shine in the playful rāsa-dance with Your beautiful gopi-beloveds.
O Lord who enjoys graceful dancing with the gopis, O Lord who pleases them with affectionate words and embraces, and who removes their suffering,
O Lord who expanded into many forms to stand beside each gopi gazing on You in ecstasy, O Lord completely purchased by the young vraja-gopis' glances,
The gopis gracefully moved their lotus feet, flower-petal hands, and eyebrows as they danced. They bent their waists, Their jewel earrings swung, the hairs on their bodies stood up, they perspired, and they displayed signs of ecstatic happiness.
O Lord, You are like a dark raincloud, and all the gopis are like lightning flashes. This comparison is perfect.
The gopis sing sweetly and long to dance. Your advances are their only pleasure. The nectar of Your touch fills their hearts with bliss. They are purchased by Your love.
As the gopis' singing fills the universe with happiness, You shine with joy. O Lord, I offer my respectful obeisances unto You.
You become filled with wonder as a certain gopi sweetly sings with You. With all the gopis She sings the praises of Your transcendental qualities.
Hersong brings You great happiness. You respond by worshiping Her with great respect.
Exhausted from the pastimes of the rāsa dance, and Her jasmine-bracelet slipping, She gracefully places Her hand on Your shoulder, which is touched by Your glistening earrings.
She playfully kisses Your arm and shoulder. She is very happy. Unknown to others, the hairs of Her body stand up with joy.
O Lord whose earrings swing to and fro! O Lord whose cheeks are splendid mirrors! On a pretext You touch Her. Giving Her a kiss, You both exchange the nectar of chewed betel-nuts.
This girl is expert in singing and dancing, and Her moving ornaments tinkling in graceful rhythms. O Rāmānuja (younger brother of Balarāma), pretending that Your hand is a peerlessly beautiful lotus flower, She places it on Her heart.
O Lord who noticed the gopis' fatigue in the rāsa dance, O Lord who made them rest, O happy, affectionate Lord,
O Lord whose splendid fame is recounted by the greatest poets and philosophers, O Lord splendid with flower garlands, O enjoyer of the rāsa dance, glory, glory, glory,
glory, glory, glory, glory, glory, glory, glory, to You!