Hey, Lord!
How foolish of me to attribute charisma
to the charismatic one?
Have you not delighted Yashoda
with your fun-filled frolic?
How fortunate the boys in Mathura
who helped you steal and share butter!
Who can forget the gopis dancing ecstatically
mesmerized by melody of your flute,
turning Vrindavan into heaven on earth?
Doesn’t Yamuna flow still fascinated by raasleela?
Where are the cows? Where the cowherds? Gopaala!
Give us peace to forget mundane worries!
Why you chose to be among us playful, teasing,
resting Govardhana the hill on tip of your little finger?
How wicked was Puthana planning to poison you?
Kansa, the cruel king created a nightmare for himself,
like some rulers all the time.
Did you not smile in compassion, Vasudeva?
Chakradhar, welcome back again to punish evil doers as always;
didn’t you enlighten Arjuna that you take birth in every yuga
only to establish rule of Dharma?
Bless us all to be sensible,
in thought and action at least here after!
