Verse 1

Verse 2

Verse 3

Verse 4

Verse 5

Verse 6

Verse 1

You are beautified by a peacock-feather crown, yellow garments, and multi-colored flower garland. Some people call You the son of Vasudeva, while others call You the son of Nanda.

Verse 2

You, darling Kṛṣṇa Kanhaiyā, play sweet melodies on Your low-pitched muralī flute while standing on the bank of the Jamunā river. O Kānhā, You eat butter-and-sugar-candy sweets in the company of Your cowherd boyfriends.

Verse 3

You drove Arjuna's chariot and thus brought about the great battle of ancient India. When the lady saint Mīrābāi chanted Your name and drank the poison sent by her envious husband to kill her, the poison was thereby turned into nectar.

Verse 4

When the elephant Gajendra was trapped by the crocodile in the lake, You threw Your Sudarśana Cakra into the water to save him. Whenever the devotees [like Draupadī] are afraid of becoming naked, then You come running and spread Your cloth to cover them.

Verse 5

When Ajāmila was approaching his final moment, he remembered to utter Your name. Thus he was freed from the grasp of the Yamadūtas and dispatched in the company of the Viṣṇudūtas to Your own transcendental abode.

Verse 6

You also fulfilled all the tasks undertaken by the saint Narasī. You are taking care of all these devotees-please do not forget me! May I remain absorbed birth after birth in Your affection while confidently singing Your glories.