Sri Gokulananda-Govindadevastaka

koṭi-kandarpa-santarpa-vidhvaṁsana- svīya-rūpāmṛtāplāvita-kṣmā-tala bhakta-lokekṣaṇaṁ sakṣaṇaṁ tarṣayan gokulānanda-govinda tubhyaṁ namah

Flooding the world with the nectar of Your handsomeness, a million times You drown the happinesses of material love and at every moment increase the devotees thirst to see You with their eyes. O Govinda, O Gokulananda, I bow down before You.

yasya saurabhya-saulabhya-bhāg-gopikā bhāgya-leśāya lakṣmyāpi taptaṁ tapaḥ ninditendīvara-śrīka tasmai muhur gokulānanda-govinda tubhyaṁ namah

Your handsomeness rebukes the blue lotus. The goddess of fortune performed severe austerities to attain a fragment of the good fortune of the gopis, who easily attained Your fragrance. O Govinda, O Gokulananda, I bow down before You.

vaṁśikā-kaṇṭhayor yaḥ svaras te sacet tāla-rāgādimān śruty-anubhrājitaḥ kā sudhā brahma kiṁ kā nu vaikuṇṭha-mud gokulānanda-govinda tubhyaṁ namah

The tala-raga and other melodies sung by Your voice and flute shine in the ear. What is nectar in comparison? What is impersonal Brahman? What is the happiness of Vaikuntha? O Govinda, O Gokulananda, I bow down before You.

yat-pada-sparśa-mādhurya-majjat-kucā dhanyatāṁ yānti gopyo ramāto ‘py alam yad-yaśo-dundubher ghoṣaṇā sarva-jid gokulānanda-govinda tubhyaṁ namah

The breasts plunged into nectar by the touch of Your feet, the gopis attain a good fortune much greater than the goddess of fortune’s. The sound of the dundubhi drums of Your fame conquers all. O Govinda, O Gokulananda, I bow down before You.

yasya phelā-lavāsvādane pātratāṁ brahma-rudrādayo yānti naivānyake adharam sidhum ete ‘pi vindanti no gokulānanda-govinda tubhyaṁ namah

Brahma, Siva and the other demigods taste the remnants of Your meals. They do not find nectar in the remnants from any other lips. O Govinda, O Gokulananda, I bow down before You.

yasya līlāmṛtaṁ sarvathakarsakam brahma-saukhyād api svādu sarve jaguḥ tat-pramāṇaṁ svayaṁ vyāsasūnuḥ śuko gokulānanda-govinda tubhyaṁ namah

Everyone proclaims that the all-attractive nectar of Your pastimes is greater than the impersonal Brahman. Vyasa’s son Sukadeva Gosvami is a testament to this. O Govinda, O Gokulananda, I bow down before You.

yat-ṣaḍ-aiśvaryam apy ārya-bhaktātmani dhyātam udyac-camatkāram ānandayet nātha tasmai rasāmbhodhaye koṭiśo gokulānanda-govinda tubhyaṁ namah

Your six wonderful opulences delight the hearts of the saintly devotees who meditate on them. O Lord, O ocean of nectar, O Govinda, O Gokulananda, I bow down before You millions of times.

gokulānanda-govindadevāṣṭakaṁ yaḥ paṭhen nityam utkaṇṭhitas tvat-padoḥ prema-sevāptaye so ‘cirān mādhurī- sindhu-majjan-manā vāñchitaṁ vindatām

May he who regularly reads this Gokulananda-Govindadevastaka and yearns to attain pure love and service for Your feet find his desire to plunge his heart in the ocean of Your sweetness fulfilled.