ஶ்ரீ கோவர்தந மஹாராஜ கீ ஆரதீ

An aarti sung to a hill. Govardhan is addressed here as Maharaj in his own right, and the refrain returns each time to the same image — the crown resting upon your brow. What is offered is what is actually carried up the hill: betel leaf, flowers, and a poured stream of milk. The middle of the song is pilgrimage geography rather than praise, and would be recognised by anyone who has walked it — your circuit is seven kos, and Chakleshwar is where the rest is taken. Then the necklace at the throat and the great spread of the tableau. It closes with the plainest promise an aarti makes: whoever comes for the sight of this is greatly fortunate, and sin and affliction alike are wiped away.