"I bow to the Supreme Lord, whose form is eternal, conscious, and blissful. His earrings swing brilliantly as He shines in Gokula. Fearing mother Yashoda, He runs from the grinding mortar, but she catches Him from behind with great haste."
namāmīśvaraṃ sac-cid-ānanda-rūpaṃ lasat-kuṇḍalaṃ gokule bhrājamānam yaśodā-bhiyolūkhalād dhāvamānaṃ parāmṛṣṭam atyantato drutya gopyā damodar ashtakam pdf