Oh most worthy master!
Here we are at your lotus-like feet!
Brahmā, his offspring, and the King of Gods all worship these feet,
Desiring the utmost protection
Under which frightening fate holds no sway.
You are the creator of everything
But out of affection for us you become our
mother, father, and husband.
You are the eternal guru and topmost divinity.
Everything we do, we do for you.
You are the central focus of our being!
It is very rare even for a god to see you, but
We easily glance upon your all-auspicious beauty.
And your happy, affectionate, love-laden glance falls upon us.
Whenever the glance of your lotus-eyes go elsewhere,
with care towards the people of Kuru and Madhu,
Each moment then becomes a million years
And we feel surrounded by pitch black blindness.
We would have died
If you remained away from us
Making it impossible for us to see
your carefree, satisfied glance
and your heart-stealing face
ornamented with a beautiful smile.