Vraja Nava Yuva Rajastakam

Crushing the great pride of the rain-clouds with the luster of His limbs, His garment's sheen outshining the beauty of the lotus whorl, the moon of His boyhood grown pale before the rising sun of youth — may that youthful prince of Vraja grant what I desire!

He who ceaselessly churns the boundless heart of His father, who seems fashioned directly from a mass of motherly affection, who is a wick of nectar delighting the eyes of Vraja's elders, each according to his own liking — may that youthful prince of Vraja grant what I desire!

The foremost teacher, in all the world, of the art of enchanting innocence, a lofty mansion of rest for boundless strength, who tinges all His kinsmen with delight through His matchless host of virtues — may that youthful prince of Vraja grant what I desire!

Who, by the mere arching of His bow-like brows, stirs in young maidens waves of feeling that even hundreds of Cupids could scarcely produce, who is the very ocean of life for His dear companions, likened to fish — may that youthful prince of Vraja grant what I desire!

Whose glance, a goad, stirs the elephant of Cupid to play, churning the very depths of the lake that is Radha's heart, whose feet are ever engaged in the sport of tasting the honeyed nectar of the mellow of love — may that youthful prince of Vraja grant what I desire!

Whose bond of love, ever perfected anew at every step through union with Radhika, eclipses even the storied devotion of the chakravaka pair, who is an ocean of endless streams of honeyed sweetness — may that youthful prince of Vraja grant what I desire!

Whose wild elephant of a mind, uncontrolled by all three worlds, is checked only by the floodwaters of Radha's grave, sidelong glances, whose face breaks into a smile at joyous Vishakha's teasing words — may that youthful prince of Vraja grant what I desire!

"Look, friend — even now at dawn your girdle still lies askew, hastily fastened when you secretly met with Me!" Thus, by exposing their secret trysts, He teases Radha into blushing — may that youthful prince of Vraja grant what I desire!

Whoever, with a joyful heart, diligently recites this astaka of the supreme pastimes of the young prince of Vraja — the rasa-knowing queen of Vrindaranya, becoming affectionately pleased, surely inscribes his name in the roster of Her own intimate attendants.