Verse 1

Verse 2

Verse 3

Verse 4

Verse 5

Verse 6

Verse 7

Verse 8

Verse 9

Verse 1

My mind recalls Hari here in the rasa dance, engaged in playful sport, his teasing jests.

Verse 2

Recalling his enchanting flute, made vocal with the sweet sound of the nectar flowing from his moving lips; his earring swaying restlessly at his cheek, as his crown and glancing eye-corners move together.

Verse 3

Recalling his hair encircled by a lovely crest of peacock feathers with their moon-like eyes; his splendid attire the color of a dense monsoon cloud, tinged like the great bow of Indra.

Verse 4

Recalling his eagerness, aroused by kissing the faces of the wide-hipped gopis gathered like a kadamba cluster; his tender lip, sweet as the bandhujiva flower, its beauty enhanced by his radiant smile.

Verse 5

Recalling his tender-shoot arms, thrilled with hairs standing on end, encircling a thousand young cowherd women; the darkness dispelled by the rays of the jeweled ornaments upon his hands, feet, and chest.

Verse 6

Recalling his forehead marked with a sandal tilaka that outshines the moon moving amid a bank of clouds; his heart, seemingly cruel yet secretly tender, in the crushing embrace of the gopis' full breasts.

Verse 7

Recalling his broad cheek adorned with charming crocodile-shaped jeweled earrings; his yellow garment, and his retinue of the finest sages, humans, gods and demons who follow him.

Verse 8

Recalling him met beneath the pale-flowering kadamba tree, dispelling all the fear born of the sins of this age of Kali; he who delights even my own heart, casting toward me too, in some way, a wave of his restless, Cupid-laden glance.

Verse 9

This song, composed by Sri Jayadeva, describes the exceedingly beautiful, enchanting form of the enemy of the demon Madhu -- fitting, at this very moment, for the pious to remember Hari's feet.