When thunders rumbled without any care
Lightenings crawled through the sky far,
Rain tore its way merciless
Krishna! The divine child born to this world...
That dark night , carried the tales of an exquisite child,
Those gracious women of Vrindavan,
Krishna! The divine child brought in joy to so many lives...
Wrapping women in myriad tress,
Magical the Dusk, when moon shone on the river Yamuna,
Krishna! The divine child danced on the head of Kaalinga.
Draped Krishnaa during her distress..
He who measured the universe in three steps,
Krishna! Oh! my divine child you took thousands of steps as a messenger.
Yet you stole butter and got tied as Dhamodara..
Krishna! My divine child with two mothers,
You were still greedy and breast fed happily from Bhutana.