Oh! Enchanting is Thy Name, lovely
You joyfully tricked Yasoda Mayya
With Thy Endearing blissful play
Lord of Vridavan, Heart of All.
Listen to the Prayer of mine
A little trembling baby of Thine
Catching me with Thy Hands
Save me from the Birth of rounds.
Never forget this little one
Unable to take step to the Divine
Fallen as I am in this worldly ocean
Having unbearably miserable passions.
Bless me be born wherever Thou art
Make me ever play with kids of Cowherd
Darling Nanda, I crave to play with Thee
For Thine Love, Beauty, Bliss are ever mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem