Tritiya Caitanyastaka

Your lotus feet are worshiped by Rudra and other loving devotees; having attained the position of Purusottama, the Supreme Person, you shine forth without bound, the wish-fulfilling tree manifest for the whole assembly of those who bow to you. O son of Saci, O Lord Mukunda, be merciful upon me, the fool.

Not even those of vast intelligence, like Sarvabhauma and others, are able to describe you in this more exalted incarnation you have manifested; who else, then, however skilled in speech, could attempt it? 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 own previous, more exalted 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.

In the arena ablaze with your own dancing love, you astonished even Lord Siva's assembly of dancers with the nectar of your innate devotion; 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 wide lotus eyes never sleep, whose smile makes a bouquet of your beautiful lips, 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 show not even a fraction of my faults back to 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.