Namamisvaram Saccidananda Rupam
Namamisvaram Saccidananda Rupam
Namamisvaram Saccidananda Rupam
(1)
namāmīśvaraṁ sac-cid-ānanda-rūpaṁ
lasat-kuṇḍalaṁ gokule bhrājamanam
yaśodā-bhiyolūkhalād dhāvamānaṁ
parāmṛṣṭam atyantato drutya gopyā
(2)
rudantaṁ muhur netra-yugmaṁ mṛjantam
karāmbhoja-yugmena sātańka-netram
muhuḥ śvāsa-kampa-trirekhāńka-kaṇṭha-
sthita-graivaṁ dāmodaraṁ bhakti-baddham
(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.
(3)
itīdṛk sva-līlābhir ānanda-kuṇḍe
sva-ghoṣaṁ nimajjantam ākhyāpayantam
tadīyeṣita-jñeṣu bhaktair jitatvaṁ
punaḥ prematas taṁ śatāvṛtti vande
(4)
varaṁ deva mokṣaṁ na mokṣāvadhiṁ vā
na canyaṁ vṛṇe ‘haṁ vareṣād apīha
idaṁ te vapur nātha gopāla-bālaṁ
sadā me manasy āvirāstāṁ kim anyaiḥ
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 (which may be obtained by executing the nine
processes of bhakti). O Lord, I simply wish that this form of Yours as Bala Gopala
in Vrndavana may ever be manifest in my heart, for what is the use to me of any
other boon besides this?
(5)
idaṁ te mukhāmbhojam atyanta-nīlair
vṛtaṁ kuntalaiḥ snigdha-raktaiś ca gopyā
muhuś cumbitaṁ bimba-raktādharaṁ me
manasy āvirāstām alaṁ lakṣa-lābhaiḥ
O Lord, Your lotus face, which is encircled by locks of soft black hair tinged with
red, is kissed again and again by mother Yasoda, 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.
(6)
namo deva dāmodarānanta viṣṇo
prasīda prabho duḥkha-jālābdhi-magnam
kṛpā-dṛṣṭi-vṛṣṭyāti-dīnaṁ batānu
gṛhāṇeṣa mām ajñam edhy akṣi-dṛśyaḥ
(7)
kuverātmajau baddha-mūrtyaiva yadvat
tvayā mocitau bhakti-bhājau kṛtau ca
tathā prema-bhaktiṁ svakāṁ me prayaccha
na mokṣe graho me ‘sti dāmodareha
(8)
namas te ‘stu dāmne sphurad-dīpti-dhāmne
tvadīyodarāyātha viśvasya dhāmne
namo rādhikāyai tvadīya-priyāyai
namo ‘nanta-līlāya devāya tubhyam
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.