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222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222Çré Çré Dämodaräñöakaà
namäméçvaraà sac-cid-änanda-rüpaà
lasat-kuëòalaà gokule bhräjamanam
yaçodä-bhiyolükhaläd dhävamänaà
parämåñöam atyantato drutya gopyä
(1)To the Supreme Lord, whose form is the embodiment of eternal existence, knowledge, and bliss,
whose shark-shaped earrings are swinging to and fro, who is beautifully shining in the divine realm of
Gokula, who [due to the offense of breaking the pot of yogurt that His mother was churning into butter
and then stealing the butter that was kept hanging from a swing] is quickly running from the wooden
grinding mortar in fear of mother Yañodä, but who has been caught from behind by her who ran after
Him with greater speed—to that Supreme Lord, Çré Dämodara, I offer my humble obeisances.
rudantaà muhur netra-yugmaà måjantam
karämbhoja-yugmena sätaìka-netram
muhuù çväsa-kampa-trirekhäìka-kaëöha-
sthita-graivaà dämodaraà bhakti-baddham
(2) [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 conchshell, is shaking because of His quick breathing due to crying. To
this Supreme Lord, Çré Dämodara, whose belly is bound not with ropes but with His mother’s pure love,
I offer my humble obeisances.
itédåk sva-léläbhir änanda-kuëòe
sva-ghoñaà nimajjantam äkhyäpayantam
tadéyeñita-jïeñu bhaktair jitatvaà
punaù prematas taà çatävåtti vande
(3) 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 concep-
tions of awe and reverence. With great love I again offer my obeisances to Lord Çré Dämodara hundreds
and hundreds of times.
varaà deva mokñaà na mokñävadhià vä
na canyaà våëe ’haà vareñäd apéha
idaà te vapur nätha gopäla-bälaà
sadä me manasy ävirästäà kim anyaiù
(4) 0 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 VaikuŠ˜ha, nor any other boon [which
may be obtained by executing the nine processes of bhakti]. O Lord, I simply wish that this form of
Yours as Bäla Gopäla in Våindävana may ever be manifest in my heart, for what is the use to me of any
other boon besides this?
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222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222222idaà te mukhämbhojam atyanta-nélair
våtaà kuntalaiù snigdha-raktaiç ca gopyä
muhuç cumbitaà bimba-raktädharaà me
manasy ävirästäm alaà lakña-läbhaiù
(5) 0 Lord, Your lotus face, which is encircled by locks of soft black hair tinged with red, is kissed
again and again by mother Yaçodä, 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.
namo deva dämodaränanta viñëo
praséda prabho duùkha-jäläbdhi-magnam
kåpä-dåñöi-våñöyäti-dénaà batänu
gåhäëeña mäm ajïam edhy akñi-dåçyaù
(6) 0 Supreme Godhead, I offer my obeisances unto You. O Dämodara! O Ananta! O Viñëu! O
master! O my Lord, be pleased upon me. By showering Your glance of mercy upon me, deliver this
poor ignorant fool who is immersed in an ocean of worldly sorrows, and become visible to my eyes.
kuverätmajau baddha-mürtyaiva yadvat
tvayä mocitau bhakti-bhäjau kåtau ca
tathä prema-bhaktià svakäà me prayaccha
na mokñe graho me ‘sti dämodareha
(7) 0 Lord Dämodara, just as the two sons of Kuvera—Manigréva and Nalaküvara—were delivered
from the curse of Närada 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 long for this and have no desire for any kind of liberation.
namas te ’stu dämne sphurad-dépti-dhämne
tvadéyodaräyätha viçvasya dhämne
namo rädhikäyai tvadéya-priyäyai
namo ’nanta-léläya deväya tubhyam
(8) 0 Lord Dämodara, 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 Çrématé Rädhäräëé, and I offer all obeisances to You, the Supreme
Lord, who displays unlimited pastimes.
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