Verse 1
namāmīśvaraṃ sac-cid-ānanda-rūpaṃनमामीश्वरं सच्चिदानन्दरूपंనమామీశ్వరం సచ్చిదానంద రూపంநமாமீஶ்வரம் ஸச்சிதாநந்தரூபம்નમામીશ્વરં સચ્ચિદાનન્દરૂપંlasat-kuṇḍalaṃ gokule bhrājamānamलसत्कुण्डलं गोकुले भ्राजमानम्లసత్-కుండలం గోకులే భ్రాజమానంலஸத்குண்டலம் கோகுலே ப்ராஜமாநம்લસત્કુણ્ડલં ગોકુલે ભ્રાજમાનમ્yaśodā-bhiyolūkhalād dhāvamānaṃयशोदाभियोलूखलाद् धावमानंయశోదాభియోలూఖలాద్ ధావమానంயஶோதாபியோலூகலாத் தாவமாநம்યશોદાભિયોલૂખલાદ્ ધાવમાનંparāmṛṣṭam atyantato drutya gopyāपरामृष्टम् अत्यन्ततो द्रुत्य गोप्याపరామృష్టం అత్యంతతో ద్రుత్య గోప్యాபராம்ருஷ்டம் அத்யந்ததோ த்ருத்ய கோப்யாપરામૃષ્ટમ્ અત્યન્તતો દ્રુત્ય ગોપ્યા
To the Supreme Lord, whose transcendental form is full of eternity, knowledge and bliss, whose shark-shaped earrings are swinging to and fro, who shines beautifully in Gokula, who quickly ran in fear of mother Yaśodā, but was ultimately caught—to that Supreme Lord, Śrī Dāmodara, I offer my humble obeisances.
Verse 2
rudantaṃ muhur netra-yugmaṃ mṛjantamरुदन्तं मुहुर् नेत्रयुग्मं मृजन्तम्రుదంతం ముహుర్ నేత్ర-యుగ్మం మృజంతంருதந்தம் முஹுர் நேத்ரயுக்மம் ம்ருஜந்தம்રુદન્તં મુહુર્ નેત્રયુગ્મં મૃજન્તમ્karāmbhoja-yugmena sātaṅka-netramकराम्भोजयुग्मेन सातङ्कनेत्रम्కరాంభోజ-యుగ్మేన సాతంక-నేత్రంகராம்போஜயுக்மேந ஸாதங்கநேத்ரம்કરામ્ભોજયુગ્મેન સાતઙ્કનેત્રમ્muhuḥ śvāsa-kampa-trirekhāṅka-kaṇṭha-मुहुः श्वासकम्पत्रिरेखाङ्ककण्ठముహుః శ్వాస-కంప-త్రిరేఖాంక-కంఠ-முஹுஃ ஶ்வாஸகம்பத்ரிரேகாங்ககண்டમુહુઃ શ્વાસકમ્પત્રિરેખાઙ્કકણ્ઠsthita-graivaṃ dāmodaraṃ bhakti-baddhamस्थितग्रैवं दामोदरं भक्तिबद्धम्స్థిత-గ్రైవం దామోదరం భక్తిబద్ధమ్ஸ்திதக்ரைவம் தாமோதரம் பக்திபத்தம்સ્થિતગ્રૈવં દામોદરં ભક્તિબદ્ધમ્
He cried and rubbed His eyes again and again with His two lotus hands. His eyes were fearful and His breathing quick and He shivered in fright. Upon His neck marked with three lines, the pearl necklace shook. To this Supreme Lord, Śrī Dāmodara, who is bound with His devotees’ love, I offer my humble obeisances.
Verse 3
itīdṛk sva-līlābhir ānanda-kuṇḍeइतीदृक् स्वलीलाभिर् आनन्दकुण्डेఇతీదృక్ స్వ-లీలాభీరానంద-కుండేஇதீத்ருக் ஸ்வலீலாபிர் ஆநந்தகுண்டேઇતીદૃક્ સ્વલીલાભિર્ આનન્દકુણ્ડેsva-ghoṣaṃ nimajjantam ākhyāpayantamस्वघोषं निमज्जन्तम् आख्यापयन्तम्స్వ-ఘోషం నిమజ్జంతం ఆఖ్యాపయంతంஸ்வகோஷம் நிமஜ்ஜந்தம் ஆக்யாபயந்தம்સ્વઘોષં નિમજ્જન્તમ્ આખ્યાપયન્તમ્tadīyeṣita-jñeṣu bhaktair jitatvaṃतदीयेषितज्ञेषु भक्तैर् जितत्वंతదీయేషిత-జ్ఞేషు భక్తైర్జితత్వంததீயேஷிதஜ்ஞேஷு பக்தைர் ஜிதத்வம்તદીયેષિતજ્ઞેષુ ભક્તૈર્ જિતત્વંpunaḥ prematas taṃ śatāvṛtti vandeपुनः प्रेमतस् तं शतावृत्ति वन्देపునః ప్రేమతస్తం శతావృత్తి వందేபுநஃ ப்ரேமதஸ் தம் ஶதாவ்ருத்தி வந்தேપુનઃ પ્રેમતસ્ તં શતાવૃત્તિ વન્દે
Again let me offer my respectful obeisances unto the Supreme Personality of Godhead. O my Lord, I offer my obeisances hundreds and thousands of times with all affection because by Your personal pastimes You plunge the gopīs into an ocean of nectar. Appreciating Your opulence, devotees generally declare that You are always subjugated by their feelings.
Verse 4
varaṃ deva mokṣaṃ na mokṣāvadhiṃ vāवरं देव मोक्षं न मोक्षावधिं वाవరం దేవ మోక్షం న మోక్షావధిం వాவரம் தேவ மோக்ஷம் ந மோக்ஷாவதிம் வாવરં દેવ મોક્ષં ન મોક્ષાવધિં વાna cānyaṃ vṛṇe ’haṃ vareṣād apīhaन चान्यं वृणे ऽहं वरेषाद् अपीहన చాన్యం వృణే హం వరేశాద్ అపీహந சாந்யம் வ்ருணே ஹம் வரேஷாத் அபீஹન ચાન્યં વૃણે ઽહં વરેષાદ્ અપીહidaṃ te vapur nātha gopāla-bālaṃइदं ते वपुर् नाथ गोपालबालंఇదం తే వపుర్నాథ గోపాల-బాలంஇதம் தே வபுர் நாத கோபாலபாலம்ઇદં તે વપુર્ નાથ ગોપાલબાલંsadā me manasy āvirāstāṃ kim anyaiḥसदा मे मनस्य् आविरास्तां किम् अन्यैःసదా మే మనస్యా విరాస్తాం కిమన్యైఃஸதா மே மநஸ்ய் ஆவிராஸ்தாம் கிம் அந்யைஃસદા મે મનસ્ય્ આવિરાસ્તાં કિમ્ અન્યૈઃ
O Lord, I do not ask You for liberation or any material facility up to the point of liberation. What I want as Your favor is that I may always think of Your form in which I see You now, as Dāmodara. You are so beautiful and attractive that my mind does not want anything besides this wonderful form.
Verse 5
idaṃ te mukhāmbhojam atyanta-nīlairइदं ते मुखाम्भोजम् अत्यन्तनीलैर्ఇదం తే ముఖాంభోజం అత్యంత-నీలైఃஇதம் தே முகாம்போஜம் அத்யந்தநீலைர்ઇદં તે મુખામ્ભોજમ્ અત્યન્તનીલૈર્vṛtaṃ kuntalaiḥ snigdha-raktaiś ca gopyāवृतं कुन्तलैः स्निग्धरक्तैश् च गोप्याవృతం కుంతలైః స్నిగ్ధ-రక్తైశ్చ గోప్యాவ்ருதம் குந்தலைஃ ஸ்நிக்தரக்தைஶ் ச கோப்யாવૃતં કુન્તલૈઃ સ્નિગ્ધરક્તૈશ્ ચ ગોપ્યાmuhuś cumbitaṃ bimba-raktādharaṃ meमुहुश् चुम्बितं बिम्बरक्ताधरं मेముహుశ్చుంబితం బింబ రక్తాధరం మేமுஹுஶ் சும்பிதம் பிம்பரக்தாதரம் மேમુહુશ્ ચુમ્બિતં બિમ્બરક્તાધરં મેmanasy āvirāstām alaṃ lakṣa-lābhaiḥमनस्य् आविरास्ताम् अलं लक्षलाभैःమనస్యావిరాస్తాం అలం లక్ష-లాభైఃமநஸ்ய் ஆவிராஸ்தாம் அலம் லக்ஷலாபைஃમનસ્ય્ આવિરાસ્તામ્ અલં લક્ષલાભૈઃ
O Lord, the cheeks of Your blackish lotus face, which is encircled by locks of curling hair, have become reddened like bimba fruit due to mother Yaśodā’s kisses. What more can I describe than this? Millions of opulences are of no use to me, but may this vision constantly remain in my mind.
Verse 6
namo deva dāmodarānanta viṣṇoनमो देव दामोदरानन्त विष्णोనమో దేవ దామోదరానంత విష్ణోநமோ தேவ தாமோதராநந்த விஷ்ணோનમો દેવ દામોદરાનન્ત વિષ્ણોprasīda prabho duḥkha-jālābdhi-magnamप्रसीद प्रभो दुःखजालाब्धिमग्नम्ప్రసీద ప్రభో దుఃఖ-జలాబ్ధి-మగ్నంப்ரஸீத ப்ரபோ துஃகஜாலாப்திமக்நம்પ્રસીદ પ્રભો દુઃખજાલાબ્ધિમગ્નમ્kṛpā-dṛṣṭi-vṛṣṭyāti-dīnaṃ batānuकृपादृष्टिवृष्ट्यातिदीनं बतानुకృపా-దృష్టి-వృష్ట్యాతిదీనం బతాను-க்ருபாத்ருஷ்டிவ்ருஷ்ட்யாதிதீநம் பதாநுકૃપાદૃષ્ટિવૃષ્ટ્યાતિદીનં બતાનુgṛhāṇeṣa mām ajñam edhy akṣi-dṛśyaḥगृहाणेष माम् अज्ञम् एध्य् अक्षिदृश्यःగృహాణేశ-మాం అజ్ఞం ఏద్యక్షిదృశ్యఃக்ருஹாணேஷ மாம் அஜ்ஞம் ஏத்ய் அக்ஷித்ருஶ்யஃગૃહાણેષ મામ્ અજ્ઞમ્ એધ્ય્ અક્ષિદૃશ્યઃ
O Lord, O Dāmodara! O Ananta! O Viṣṇu! O master! I offer my obeisances unto You. Be pleased upon me. I am a poor fool drowning in an ocean of sorrow. Please shower Your merciful glance upon me.
Verse 7
kuverātmajau baddha-mūrtyaiva yadvatकुवेरात्मजौ बद्धमूर्त्यैव यद्वत्కువెరాత్మ జౌ బద్ధ- మూర్త్యైవ యద్వత్குவேராத்மஜௌ பத்தமூர்த்யைவ யத்வத்કુવેરાત્મજૌ બદ્ધમૂર્ત્યૈવ યદ્વત્tvayā mocitau bhakti-bhājau kṛtau caत्वया मोचितौ भक्तिभाजौ कृतौ चత్వయా మోచితౌ భక్తి-భాజౌ కృతౌ చத்வயா மோசிதௌ பக்திபாஜௌ க்ருதௌ சત્વયા મોચિતૌ ભક્તિભાજૌ કૃતૌ ચtathā prema-bhaktiṃ svakāṃ me prayacchaतथा प्रेमभक्तिं स्वकां मे प्रयच्छతథా ప్రేమ-భక్తిం స్వకాం మే ప్రయచ్ఛததா ப்ரேமபக்திம் ஸ்வகாம் மே ப்ரயச்சતથા પ્રેમભક્તિં સ્વકાં મે પ્રયચ્છna mokṣe graho me ’sti dāmodarehaन मोक्षे ग्रहो मे ऽस्ति दामोदरेहన మోక్షే గృహో మేऽస్తి దామోదరేహந மோக்ஷே க்ரஹோ மே ஸ்தி தாமோதரேஹન મોક્ષે ગ્રહો મે ઽસ્તિ દામોદરેહ
My dear Lord Dāmodara, once when You were playing as a naughty boy in the house of Nanda Mahārāja, You broke the box containing yogurt, and because of that, mother Yaśodā considered You an offender and tied You with rope to the household grinding mortar. At that time You delivered two sons of Kuvera, Nalakūvara and Maṇigrīva, who were staying there as two arjuna trees in the yard of Nanda Mahārāja. My only request is that by Your merciful pastimes You may similarly deliver me.
Verse 8
namas te ’stu dāmne sphurad-dīpti-dhāmneनमस् ते ऽस्तु दाम्ने स्फुरद्दीप्तिधाम्नेనమస్తేస్తు దామ్నే స్ఫురద్-దీప్తి-ధామ్నేநமஸ் தே ஸ்து தாம்நே ஸ்புரத்தீப்திதாம்நேનમસ્ તે ઽસ્તુ દામ્ને સ્ફુરદ્દીપ્તિધામ્નેtvadīyodarāyātha viśvasya dhāmneत्वदीयोदरायाथ विश्वस्य धाम्नेత్వదీయోదరాయాథ విశ్వస్య ధామ్నేத்வதீயோதராயாத விஶ்வஸ்ய தாம்நேત્વદીયોદરાયાથ વિશ્વસ્ય ધામ્નેnamo rādhikāyai tvadīya-priyāyaiनमो राधिकायै त्वदीयप्रियायैనమో రాధికాయై త్వదీయ ప్రియాయైநமோ ராதிகாயை த்வதீயப்ரியாயைનમો રાધિકાયૈ ત્વદીયપ્રિયાયૈnamo ’nanta-līlāya devāya tubhyamनमो ऽनन्तलीलाय देवाय तुभ्यम्నమోऽనంత లీలాయ దేవాయ తుభ్యమ్நமோ நந்தலீலாய தேவாய துப்யம்નમો ઽનન્તલીલાય દેવાય તુભ્યમ્
O Lord Dāmodara, I offer my obeisances to the brilliantly effulgent rope which binds Your belly. I offer my obeisances to Your belly, which is the abode of the entire universe. I humbly bow down to Your most beloved Śrīmatī Rādhārāṇī, and to You, my Lord, who displays unlimited pastimes.
Translations
Verse 1
To the Supreme Lord, whose transcendental form is full of eternity, knowledge and bliss, whose shark-shaped earrings are swinging to and fro, who shines beautifully in Gokula, who quickly ran in fear of mother Yaśodā, but was ultimately caught—to that Supreme Lord, Śrī Dāmodara, I offer my humble obeisances.
Verse 2
He cried and rubbed His eyes again and again with His two lotus hands. His eyes were fearful and His breathing quick and He shivered in fright. Upon His neck marked with three lines, the pearl necklace shook. To this Supreme Lord, Śrī Dāmodara, who is bound with His devotees’ love, I offer my humble obeisances.
Verse 3
Again let me offer my respectful obeisances unto the Supreme Personality of Godhead. O my Lord, I offer my obeisances hundreds and thousands of times with all affection because by Your personal pastimes You plunge the gopīs into an ocean of nectar. Appreciating Your opulence, devotees generally declare that You are always subjugated by their feelings.
Verse 4
O Lord, I do not ask You for liberation or any material facility up to the point of liberation. What I want as Your favor is that I may always think of Your form in which I see You now, as Dāmodara. You are so beautiful and attractive that my mind does not want anything besides this wonderful form.
Verse 5
O Lord, the cheeks of Your blackish lotus face, which is encircled by locks of curling hair, have become reddened like bimba fruit due to mother Yaśodā’s kisses. What more can I describe than this? Millions of opulences are of no use to me, but may this vision constantly remain in my mind.
Verse 6
O Lord, O Dāmodara! O Ananta! O Viṣṇu! O master! I offer my obeisances unto You. Be pleased upon me. I am a poor fool drowning in an ocean of sorrow. Please shower Your merciful glance upon me.
Verse 7
My dear Lord Dāmodara, once when You were playing as a naughty boy in the house of Nanda Mahārāja, You broke the box containing yogurt, and because of that, mother Yaśodā considered You an offender and tied You with rope to the household grinding mortar. At that time You delivered two sons of Kuvera, Nalakūvara and Maṇigrīva, who were staying there as two arjuna trees in the yard of Nanda Mahārāja. My only request is that by Your merciful pastimes You may similarly deliver me.
Verse 8
O Lord Dāmodara, I offer my obeisances to the brilliantly effulgent rope which binds Your belly. I offer my obeisances to Your belly, which is the abode of the entire universe. I humbly bow down to Your most beloved Śrīmatī Rādhārāṇī, and to You, my Lord, who displays unlimited pastimes.
The word-for-word meanings and translations are by His Divine Grace A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupāda, from Songs of the Vaiṣṇava Ācāryas, © The Bhaktivedanta Book Trust International, Inc. (www.krishna.com).
