Namamisvaram Saccidananda Rupam

To the Supreme Lord, whose form embodies eternity, knowledge, and bliss, whose earrings swing to and fro, who shines beautifully in Gokula, who [due to the offense of breaking the pot of yogurt that His mother was churning into butter and then stealing the butter that was kept hanging from a swing] quickly ran from the grinding mortar in fear of Mother Yaśodā, and who was finally caught from behind by her, who ran faster than He—to that Supreme Lord, Śrī Dāmodara, I offer my humble obeisances.

[Seeing His mother’s stick, ] He cried and rubbed His eyes again and again with His two lotus hands. His eyes were fearful, and His quick breathing shook the strand of pearls on His neck, which bore three lines like a conchshell. To that Supreme Lord, Śrī Dāmodara, whose belly is bound with the ropes of His mother’s pure love, I offer my humble obeisances.

With these superexcellent childhood pastimes Lord Kṛṣṇa drowned the residents of Gokula in pools of ecstasy. In this way He declared to those absorbed in knowledge of His majesty and opulence: “I am conquered only by My pure loving devotees.” With great love I again offer my obeisances to Lord Dāmodara hundreds and hundreds of times.

O Lord, though You can award all kinds of benedictions, I pray to You neither for the boon of impersonal liberation, nor for the highest liberation of eternal life in Vaikuṇṭha, nor for any other such boon. O Lord, I simply wish that this form of Yours as Bāla Gopāla in Vṛndāvana may ever be manifest in my heart, for what use do I have for any other boon besides this?

O Lord, again and again mother Yaśodā kisses Your lotus face, which is framed by locks of soft black hair tinged with red and beautified by Your lips colored red like the bimba fruit. May this vision of Your lotus face ever be manifest in my heart. Thousands and thousands of other benedictions are of no use to me.

O Supreme Godhead, I offer my respectful obeisances unto You. O Dāmodara! O Ananta! O Viṣṇu! O master! O Lord, be pleased upon me. Shower me with Your merciful glances and deliver this poor ignorant fool immersed in an ocean of worldly sorrows, and become visible to my eyes.

O Lord Dāmodara, as a baby tied to a grinding mortar, You delivered Kuvera’s two sons from the curse of Nārada and made them into great devotees. In the same way, please give me pure loving devotion for You. I long for this alone and have no desire for any kind of liberation.

O Lord Dāmodara, obeisances unto the brilliantly effulgent rope binding Your belly! Obeisances unto Your belly, the abode of the entire universe! Obeisances unto Your dearmost beloved, Śrīmatī Rādhārāṇī! And obeisances unto You, O Lord, who display unlimited pastimes!