जय वतसुर ध्वम्सिन्

O Krsna, after killing the demon Vatsasura, You threw him into a kapittha tree and caused the ripe kapittha fruits to fall to the ground. You then became jubilant, the cowherd boys glorified You and the demigods worshiped You by showering flowers.

O Krsna, You amaze the cowherd boys, and You become the object of their constant meditation. Covered with the dust upraised by the cows, You return home in the evening. O Lord, please protect me.

O Krsna, Ornamented with garlands of gunja and a garland of peacock feather, wearing flower-earrings and sumana flowers on Your head, You take pleasure in playing a flute made from a leaf.

O Krsna, You are crown with peacock feathers and blossoming flowers and garlanded with forest-flowers. Your limbs are decorated with wonderful pictures and designs drawn in colorful mineral pigments gathered in the forest.