Tritiya Caitanyastaka

Your lotus feet are worshiped by Rudra and other loving devotees; having come to the abode of Purusottama, the wish-fulfilling tree for the whole assembly of those who bow down, you shine forth abundantly. O son of Saci, O Lord Mukunda, be merciful upon me, the fool.

Not even those of vast intelligence like Sarvabhauma and others, who are like the most venerable incarnations themselves, are able to describe you; who else, then, could be skilled enough? Therefore I simply offer you my utmost obeisances. O son of Saci, O Lord Mukunda, be merciful upon me, the fool.

That which was never placed anywhere in the Vedic hearing, not even by the Upanisads, and which you did not reveal even in your other great incarnations — that jewel of bhakti, O ocean of rasa, you are now scattering here upon this earth. O son of Saci, O Lord Mukunda, be merciful upon me, the fool.

With the festival of dancing that shines with your own love you astonished Lord Siva and the circle of devotees who bow to you, and you revealed the nectar of anuraga; O you who are difficult to understand for the arrogant and the falsely proud. O son of Saci, O Lord Mukunda, be merciful upon me, the fool.

Those men on this earth known to be born in degraded families — even them you deliver, out of your abundant and beautiful compassion; thus with a joyful heart I have taken shelter of you. O son of Saci, O Lord Mukunda, be merciful upon me, the fool.

From your lotus mouth flows the honeyed nectar of gentle words, whose touch stirs a whole swarm of surrendered devotees into ecstasy; O ocean bearing the jewel of the holy name, whose power brings auspiciousness to every person. O son of Saci, O Lord Mukunda, be merciful upon me, the fool.

O you whose face is sweet as the moon, whose eyes are like shining, full-blown lotuses, whose lips are beautiful with clusters of smiles, whose broad chest is majestic; whose arms have the splendor of raised serpents, and who shine with the brilliance of millions of Cupids. O son of Saci, O Lord Mukunda, be merciful upon me, the fool.

O you fair as the golden ketaki flower, I am wicked upon this earth; though I am full of many faults, you do not see even a trace of fault in me. Therefore, with a devoted mind, O you who are affectionate to the fallen, I worship you. O son of Saci, O Lord Mukunda, be merciful upon me, the fool.

O festival of the whole world, whoever fixes his mind upon the marks of your feet and recites this astaka of verses — O delight of Saci's heart, O moon of manifest fame, O Lord — bestow upon such a one, out of your own overflowing love, every auspiciousness.