Verse 1

Verse 2

Verse 3

Verse 4

Verse 5

Verse 6

Verse 7

Verse 8

Verse 9

Verse 1

That hill which is directly a mass of the greatest, densest spiritual splendor, itself having become the crest-jewel among peaks, where the Lord truly rejoices and by which he rejoices — may that Nandisvara bestow gentle, intoxicating bliss.

Verse 2

That hill which nourishes, like grain, the multitudes of people within the universe, rich with streams of the nectar of Krishna's deeds, and which was long the auspicious ground for beneficial rains — may that Nandisvara bestow gentle, intoxicating bliss.

Verse 3

Whose good fortune is not attained even by the greatest of mountains — what then of the wretched, lesser mountain of the gods — where Nanda himself dwells together with his son and wife — may that Nandisvara bestow gentle, intoxicating bliss.

Verse 4

Where, resembling the town of Vraja's king, a peacock dances above the crest of the palace's pinnacle-vase, as if it were a victory-banner planted on the earth — may that Nandisvara bestow gentle, intoxicating bliss.

Verse 5

Upon whose fragrant, rock-joined peak Krishna climbs, and with thirsting eyes gazes all around at the lotus of Vraja, surrounded there by its twelve wide forest tracts — may that Nandisvara bestow gentle, intoxicating bliss.

Verse 6

That which, by the fine spray from a lake whose lotus-lined banks are charmingly fragrant, has surpassed in fame the finest sacred waters of the three worlds through floods of rasa — may that Nandisvara bestow gentle, intoxicating bliss.

Verse 7

Touched by the breezes that touch its banks, even pure people become purer still, rising beyond their own state — that hill together with its lake named Pavana, belonging to the Lord of the Yadus — may that Nandisvara bestow gentle, intoxicating bliss.

Verse 8

There is a great, brilliant blue jewel named Krishna; that very treasure this hill produces from its own being, plainly seen — obtained only by the truly fortunate, upon its very summit — may that Nandisvara bestow gentle, intoxicating bliss.

Verse 9

O king of mountains, whoever, though surrounded by a hundred bad desires, makes the effort to recite this octet of verses to you — kindly make that person, ever thirsting only for the rasa of Krishna's feet, one who bears deep, profound love for you.