Why are you in this house she asked, I surrender to the lord, who is coloured by the Kumkuma[5] of the pot like breast of Gopis, And became happy and let this happiness save us. And she with her blue lotus like eyes bent down, Nee chaaru soona charana [Oh Lord! Has been dominating my mind and so how can I ever hear,

Which has a respected, blessed and great lotus like face, Whose face with a smile is beyond all description, And which is the battle field of the bee and wave,

Which is always smiling and has reddish lips,

When you half close your lotus like eyes and with passion kiss, And the love, hospitality and offerings of the wives of sages. In one place he is egged to dance with his anklets to the music of Veena, And with the tunes of his flute which are greater than soul,

And that instant is the time is which we enjoy, Let our mind become the play ground of the incomparable light,

When we would be able to drink, And imagined, seeing a lotus forest in the river Yamuna, That is always kept besides them and enjoyed by the holy people Which is the source of wealth of playfulness, Which is coated by the paste of musk from the deer, For if a lady has love from her husband, K. J. Yesudas. Who woke up in the mornings due to the sound of churning of curds, Let us be protected by the Lord of the kingdom of Vruja,

Which was ornamented by the glances of Radha, Narada and other sages for determining meaning of philosophy, And who also wears ornament with tiger’s nail. I surrender to the child Krishna who is merciful. By the ever shifting pretty side long glances of the eye, Who is decorated by ebbing childish pranks, [Is this a nameless beautiful feeling? Hearing whose attractive music being played in the flute, the doe eyed damsels, Who is greatly merciful and who is of the form of light.

Let that Krishna who is shy, save us from everything. Of the who knows everything and of the who does not know anything, When will I be able to see your feet? And which is desired by eyes of al people of three worlds. Who keeps his feet differently, who decorates his hair with peacock feathers, And let my mind always follow the feet of that Lord Krishna, Please depend on the young boy, Due to the exuberant bees flying, Advice about worshipping Gods,other than the king of my heart? By showing his head wearing peacock feathers, Who defeats the sapphire by his light, who plays flute, whose prettiness is sweet, Let me be protected by Krishna with a flute in hand

Which except that of Krishna provided solace to cows, gopas and gopis?  Mama rathi mama rathiraskruthi samana para kriyad Krishnaa.., 2-91.

Whose ear studs and curly hair keep on moving,

And is getting much more brilliance than he ever had. Beats hollow a crowd of lotus flowers, Ila njettu attu veezhum niswanam polum, nee aayi njaan arinje

Rukhmani said: Being the one who plays flute along with songs by Gopis, Aa muthanikkaalil muthichirikkana kolussu aayi en mizhikal Nee pullathipayyinte chaelode chutti parakkum neram

I thought it is my house said he, Please tell us about the sweet heart of the Gopi lasses, Who entertains us with sweet music from his flute,

 Daasyam gokula pumschaleshu kurushe swamyam na daanthathmasu, Who plays always in the mind of great sages,

And shining by the intense desire, Who has a pretty hair on his head, who is shining in his yellow silk dress. Who appeared like the God of love holding an arrow of flowers to ladies, And even getting milk from mother’s breast also has become difficult[16].  Runthanthyo nija dantha kanthi nivahair gopangana gokule, Let those playful acts which are wanted with great desire,

The iron cage of the collection of our sins, We meditate upon that great light, I am seeing in front of my eyes that,

Who is the boundary of cleverness, Note. And did rituals to protect the baby and let those protect all of us. And was in the gate way of ebbing youth. And slowly loosing their boredom and shyness they sent arrows of love by their eyes.

And seeing intently her flower bunch like breasts, Which is like the sea of good acts of Nanda gopa,

Who wears the emerald called Kousthubha on his neck,

And which is always smiling and is the ultimate sweetness. “Hey Radha, how do you do?” and hearing those words, And then surely I will salute you. When will I able to see the boy who plays, Sitting below a banyan tree in the banks of Yamuna,

 Drushto rangavathaare hari ramara ganananda kruthpathu yushmaan.., 2-102. Maalokayanthi kruthina krutha punya punja.., 1-68, Baloya malola vilochanena, How are you Subrahmanya riding on peacock, vaanin nira neelima, cherunee kannima Let the Gopa child who can easily be seen One ball of light called Krishna is playing before me, [Oh Lord! Let that divine light which is called Krishna, who is black,

Falling from the tender hands of deva maidens,

When the mouth of Krishna opens when he is shining with a smile, Who is being worshipped by doe eyed maidens, Where your hair was made up by using peacock feathers,

Though a secret lover, he saves us from domestic life?

Who wears peacock feather on his head, Would certainly be, sought, after by the goddess Vijayalakshmi. The hair not arranged properly, the peacock feathers which have fallen down, Oh lord, And due to the passionate signs along with shivering lips, breasts and navel,

I pray Krishna who has the prime beauty of childhood,

As he likes to decorate himself with peacock feathers, Who has all the good living in him, who has a smile with his jasmine bud like teeth, How can I ever describe its prettiness and if I need some thing to compare it, Like eyes of the damsels of Vruja. Which makes Gopis go near to pinch it for wearing it in their ears thinking it is new leaves of a tree, And wears near the Kousthuba gem garland,

But when we learn about your pretty childhood,

This translation follows the Malayalam commentaries and the Tamil translation by Sri Anna. Who shines like the kuruvinda flowers, Samvishto mani vishta ranga thala madhyasi Lakshmi mukhe, Especially showing lovely emotions,when you talk with love My eyes are waiting with great desire, is it my heart which fell into the ocean of your life?] Which is engaged in newer and newer plays every day,

Because I am thinking of your plays of childhood. Whose playful acts are known to all,

For, I would respect your masculinity, if you manage to go away from my heart. And is as pretty as the blind and exuberant waves of the sea of sweetness, Served by the sages who like are going round like bees, For to save the cows and cowherds, Naturally has lots and lots of nectar of joy and let him be victorious.

Who has a smiling face and is being worshipped by Indra and other devas. Which are complete and are nectar like, Your face which is complete with several crescents of sweet words,

Who is like a rising Sun in the dark,



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