நமாமீஶ்வரம் ஸச்சிதாநந்தரூபம்,லஸத்குண்டலம் கோகுலே ப்ராஜமாநம்।
யஶோதாபியோலூகலாதாவமாநம்,பராம்ரு'ஷ்டமத்யம் ததோ த்ருத்ய கோப்யா।।௧।।
I bow down to the Supreme Lord, whose form is the embodiment of eternity, knowledge, and bliss. His shark-shaped earrings swing to and fro. He is shining beautifully in Gokula. Out of fear of mother Yashoda, He is running swiftly away from the wooden grinding mortar, but He is caught from behind by her who ran faster than Him. (1)
ருதந்தம் முஹுர்நேத்ரயுக்மம் ம்ரு'ஜந்தம்,கராம்போஜ-யுக்மேந ஸாதம்கநேத்ரம்।
முஹுஃஶ்வாஸகம்ப – த்ரிரேகாப்ரகண்ட –ஸ்தித க்ரைவ-தாமோதரம் பக்திபத்தம்।।௨।।
[Seeing the whipping stick in His mother's hand,] He is crying and rubbing His eyes again and again with His two lotus hands. His eyes are filled with fear, and the necklace of pearls around His neck, which is marked with three lines like a conch shell, is shaking because of His quick breathing due to crying. To this Supreme Lord, Sri Damodara, whose belly is bound not with ropes but with His mother's pure love, I offer my humble obeisances. (2)
இதீத்ரு'க் ஸ்வலீலாபிராநந்த குண்டே,ஸ்வகோஷம் நிமஜ்ஜந்தமாக்யாபயந்தம்।
ததீயேஶிதஜ்ஞேஷு பக்தைர்ஜிதத்வம்,புநஃ ப்ரேமதஸ்தம் ஶதாவ்ரு'த்தி வந்தே।।௩।।
By such childhood pastimes as this, He is drowning the inhabitants of Gokula in pools of ecstasy, and is revealing to those devotees who are absorbed in knowledge of His supreme majesty and opulence that He is only conquered by devotees whose pure love is imbued with intimacy and is free from all conceptions of awe and reverence. With great love I again offer my obeisances to Lord Damodara hundreds and hundreds of times. (3)
வரம் தேவ ! மோக்ஷம் ந மோக்ஷாவதிம் வா,ந சாந்யம் வ்ரு'ணேऽஹம் வரேஶாதபீஹ।
இதந்தே வபுர்நாத! கோபாலபாலம்,ஸதா மே மநஸ்யாவிராஸ்தாம் கிமந்யைஃ।।௪।।
O Lord, although You are able to give all kinds of benedictions, I do not pray to You for the boon of impersonal liberation, nor the highest liberation of eternal life in Vaikuntha, nor any other boon. O Lord, I simply wish that this form of Yours as Bala Gopala in Vrindavana may ever be manifest in my heart, for what is the use to me of any other boon besides this? (4)
இதந்தே முகாம்போஜமவ்யக்தநீலை -ர்வ்ரு'தம் குந்தலைஃ ஸ்நிக்த-ரக்தைஶ்ச கோப்யா।
முஹுஶ்சும்பிதம் பிம்பரக்தாதரம் மே,மநஸ்யாவிராஸ்தாமலம் லக்ஷலாபைஃ।।௫।।
O Lord, Your lotus face, which is encircled by locks of soft black hair tinged with red, is kissed again and again by mother Yashoda, and Your lips are reddish like the bimba fruit. May this beautiful vision of Your lotus face be ever manifest in my heart. Thousands and thousands of other benedictions are of no use to me. (5)
நமோ தேவ தாமோதராநந்த விஷ்ணோ ! ப்ரஸீத ப்ரபோ ! துஃகஜாலாப்திமக்நம்।
க்ரு'பாத்ரு'ஷ்டி-வ்ரு'ஷ்ட்யாதிதீநம் பதாநுக்ரு'ஹாணேஶ ! மாமஜ்ஞமேத்யக்ஷித்ரு'ஶ்யஃ।।௬।।
O Supreme Godhead, I offer my obeisances unto You. O Damodara! O Ananta! O Vishnu! O master! O my Lord, be pleased upon me. By showering Your glance of causeless mercy upon me, deliver this poor ignorant fool who is immersed in an ocean of worldly sorrows, and become visible to my eyes. (6)
குபேராத்மஜௌ பத்தமுரத்யைவ யத்வத்,த்வயா மோசிதௌ பக்திபாஜௌ க்ரு'தௌ ச।
ததா ப்ரேமபக்திம் ஸ்வகாம் மே ப்ரயச்ச,ந மோக்ஷே க்ரஹோ மேऽஸ்தி தாமோதரேஹ।।௭।।
O Lord Damodara, just as the two sons of Kuvera—Manigriva and Nalakuvara—were delivered from the curse of Narada and made into great devotees by You in Your form as a baby tied with rope to a wooden grinding mortar, in the same way, please give to me Your own prema-bhakti. I only yearn for this and have no desire for any kind of liberation. (7)
நமஸ்தேऽஸ்து தாம்நே ஸ்புரத்தீப்திதாம்நே,த்வதீயோதராயாத விஶ்வஸ்ய தாம்நே।
நமோ ராதிகாயை த்வதீய-ப்ரியாயை,நமோऽநந்தலீலாய தேவாய துப்யம்।।௮।।
O Lord Damodara, I first of all offer my obeisances to the brilliantly effulgent rope which binds Your belly. I then offer my obeisances to Your belly, which is the abode of the entire universe. I humbly bow down to Your most beloved Srimati Radharani, and I offer all obeisances to You, the Supreme Lord, who displays unlimited pastimes. (8)
