Verse 1

Verse 2

Verse 3

Verse 4

Verse 5

Verse 6

Verse 7

Verse 8

Verse 9

Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

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.

Verse 5

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.

Verse 6

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.

Verse 7

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.

Verse 8

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.

Verse 9

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.