Pray him who has no death,
Him who killed Kesi,
Him who is Rama,
Him who is Narayana,
Him who is bluish black,
Him who was tied at his belly,
Him who is son of Vasudeva,
Him who removes births and deaths,
Him who carries Goddess Lakshmi,
Him who is born in the clan of Madhu,
Him who is darling of Gopis,
Him who is the Lord of Sita,
And Him who is Ramachandra.
Pray Him who has no death,
Him who killed Kesi,
Him who is the Lord of Sathya Bhama,
Him who is born in the clan of Madhu,
Him who carries Goddess Lakshmi,
Him who is worshipped by Radha,
Him in whom goddess Indira stays,
Him who has pretty looks,
Him who is son of Devaki,
And Him who is the son of Nanda
Vishnava jishnave sankhine chakrine,
Rukhmani ragine janaki janaye,
Vallavi vallabha yarchidha yathmane,
Kamsa vidhvamsine vamsine the nama
Salutations to Him who is everywhere,
Him who is forever victorious,
Him who carries the conch and the holy wheel,
Him who is the sweet heart of Rukhmani,
Him who is the soul of daughter of Janaka,
Him ho is worshipped by the Gopis,
Him who killed Kamsa,
And Him who is the noblest.
Krishna govinda he rama narayana,
Sree pathe vasu deva jitha sree nidhe,
Achyuthanantha he madhava adhokshaja,
Dwaraka naayaka drowpadhi rakshaka,
Forever protect me Hey Krishna,
Who takes care of all souls,
Who is Rama and Narayana,
Who is Lord of Lakshmi,
Who is victorious as son of Vasudeva,
Who is the store house of treasures,
Who is the endless happiness,
Who is the greatest sage,
Who is forever victorious,
And who saved Droupadhi.
Forever salutations to the star of clan of Raghu,
Who gets angry at Rakshasas,
Who shines with his consort Sita,
Who made the land of Dandakaranya holy,
Who is always followed by Lakshmana,
Who is served by Monkeys,
And who is worshipped by Sage Agasthya.
Forever salutations to the child god of Gopis,
Who killed Dhenuka and Arishtaka,
Who killed those who hated him,
Who was hated by kesi and Kamsa,
Who played on flute,
Who killed Poothana,
And who likes to play in the river.
I pray Lord Krishna with pretty eyes,
Who wore clothes shining like lightning,
Whose form shone like the clouds of rainy season,
Who wears on his chest garlands of wild flowers,
And who has pair of pretty red feet.
I pray him who wears tiny bells
Who is handsomely black,
Who has a shiny face curly hairs,
Whose cheeks reflect the shine of his jeweled ear studs,
Who wears golden garlands,
And who wears shining bangles.
He who reads this octet,
Which is dear to God Achyutha,
Which is written with love and devotion,
Which is beautiful because of its poetic skill,
With love and devotion,
Would reach the Lord fast and without fail.