Kesavastakam

(1) nava-priyaka-mañjarī-racita-karṇa-pūra-śriyaḿ vinidratara-mālatī-kalita-śekhareṇojjvalam darocchvasita-yūthikā-grathita-valgu-vaikakṣakaḿ vraje vijayinaḿ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam (2) piśańgi maṇikastani praṇata-śṛńgi pińgekṣaṇe mṛdańga-mukhi dhūmale śabali haḿsi vaḿśi priye iti sva-surabhī-kulaḿ taralam āhvayantaḿ mudā vraje vijayinaḿ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam (3) ghana-praṇaya-medhurān madhura-narma-goṣṭhi-kalā- vilāsa-nilayaān milad-vividha-veśa-vidyotinaḥ sakhīn akhila-sārayā pathiṣu hāsayantaḿ girā vraje vijayinaḿ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam (4) śramāmbu-kaṇikāvalī-dara-vilīḍha-gaṇḍāntaraḿ samūḍha-giri-dhātubhir likhita-cāru-patrāńkuram udañcad-ali-maṇḍalī-dyuti-viḍambi-vakrālakaḿ vraje vijayinaḿ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam (5) nibaddha-nava-tarṇakāvali-vilokanotkaṇṭhayā naṭat-khura-puṭāñcalair alaghubhir bhuvaḿ bhindatīm kalena dhavalā-ghaṭaḿ laghu nivartayantaḿ puro vraje vijayinaḿ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam (6) padāńka-tatibhir varāḿ viracayantam adhva-śriyaḿ calat-tarala-naicikī-nicaya-dhūli-dhūmra-srajam marul-lahari-cañcalī-kṛta-dukūla-cūḍāñcalaḿ vraje vijayinaḿ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam (7) vilāsa-muralī-kala-dhvanibhir ullasan-mānasāḥ kṣaṇād akhila-ballavīḥ pulakayantam antar gṛhe muhur vidadhataḿ hṛdi pramuditāḿ ca goṣṭheśvsarīḿ vraje vijayinaḿ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam (8) upetya pathi sundarī-tatibhir ābhir abhyarcitaḿ smitāńkura-karambitair naṭad-apańga-bhańgīśataiḥ stana-stavaka-sañcaran-nayana-cañcarīkāñcalaḿ vraje vijayinaḿ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam (9) idaḿ nikhila-ballavī-kula-mahotsavollāsanaḿ krameṇa kila yaḥ pumān paṭhati suṣṭhu padyāṣṭakam tam ujjvala-dhiyaḿ sadā nija-padāravinda-dvaye ratiḿ dadhad acañcalāḿ sukhayatād viśākhā-sakhah

(1) I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja with His ears beautified with earrings made of fresh Kadamba buds, whose crown is brightened by blooming Malatiflowers and around whose neck a wreath of slightly blooming Yuthika flowers is wound. (2) I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja, joyfully wandering amongst His surabhi cows, calling them by name: "Pisangi! Manikastani! Pranatasrngi! Pingeksane!Mrdanga mukhi! Dhumale! Sabali! Hamsi! Vamsipriye!" (3) I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja. He is softened by deep love, enjoys sweet joking conversations and He is the abode of all playful enjoyments. He shines in many different dresses and laughs at the best jokes that His friends make along the way. (4) I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja. The leaves that were painted on His cheeks with mountain minerals are slightly washed away by drops of perspiration and His curly locks defeat the luster of a cluster of bees. (5) I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja. The cows that eagerly look at their bound up calves deeply carve the soil with their dancing hooves, and He withholds them with the soft playing of His flute. (6) I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja, beautifying the roads with His footprints, whose garland is made grey by the dust thrown up by His herd of restless cows and whose cloth, scarf and crown are moving along with the waves of the blowing wind. (7) I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja, where He gladdened the minds of all the cowherd girls at once with the playful and artful tunes of His Murali flute, which causes them to horripilate of ecstasy within their inner quarters, and who constantly gives joy to the heart of the queen of Vraja, Yasoda. (8) I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja, being worshipped by hundreds of dancing, playful glances and beautiful smiles of the beautiful girls on the road, and the corners of whose bee like eyes move restlessly around their bud like breasts. (9) To anyone who nicely recites these eight prayers, that are a festival of bliss for all the cowherd girls, the friend of Visakha, Sri Krishna, will give firmly fixed attraction to His lotus feet. Such a pure minded soul will attain all happiness.