NAMAMI YAMUNAMAHAM, SAKALSIDDHIHETUM MUDA
SURASURPOOJITSMARANAPITUHU SHRIYAM BIBHRATEEM.
1. I bow joyfully to Yamuna, the source of all spiritual powers, rich
with heaps of sand--the gleaming dust of Murari's lotus-feet. She bears, on her waves with the joy-bright flowers from the fresh-blossomed lotus that line her banks, the Splendour of Love's Father (Krishna), whom gods and demons worship.
MUKUND-RATIVARDHINEE, JAYANTI PADAMA-BANDHO SUTA
2. Born of the Sun, she falls from Mount Kalinda's forehead, her swelling floods flashing brilliantly. And she sways, with enchanting grace, as she courses down the cliffs that are Kalinda's bright, full cheeks. Noisily she pursues her jagged path (below), tossed here and here like a bride in a swinging palanquin, and, making Mukunda's love grow ever stronger, she conquers.
BHUVAM BHUVANA-PAWANEE MADHIGATA-MANEKASWANAIHI
PRIYA-BHIRIVA SEVITAM, SHUKA-MAYUR HAM-SADIBHIH
Bow down to her who has descended to the earth as its sanctified attended by parrots, peacocks and geese, with their varied songs, as if by so many beloved maidens. The bank's curves form the swell of her comely hips, this loved one prized as transcendent by Krishna; and the sands there gleam brilliantly, for they are pearls worn as bracelets by her arms, the waves.
ANANT-GUNBHUSHITE, SHIVAVIRANCHI-DEVASTUTE GHANAGHANANIBHE SADA, GHRUVAPARAHARA-BHEESHTADE VISHUDDHA-MATHURATATE, SAKAL-GOPGOPIVRUTE KRUPAJALADHISANSHRITE MAMA MANHA SUKHAM BHAVAYA
Adorned with countless virtues, and praised by the gods with Shiva and Brahma, you are ever as black as a mass of clouds, o Giver of what Dhruva and Parashara most desired. On your bank is sacred Mathura, thronged with Gopas and Gopis. You, who have taken refuge in the Ocean of Mercy, bring joy to my heart.
YAYA CHARANPADMADJA MURARIPOHO PRIYAMBHAVUKA SAMAGAMANTOBHAVAT. SKALSIDHIDA SEVTAM TAYA SADRUSHTAMIYAT, KAMALJA SPATNEEVA YAT. HARIPRIYAKLINDAYA, MANSI ME SADA STEEYATAM. 5. Ganga, who is born of Krishna's lotus-feet, gained his love and became the giver of all spiritual powers to those who worship her only because she flowed together with Yamuna. Let the lotus-born Lakshmi, then, be an equal and co-wife, as it were (with Yamuna), but may Yamuna, who destroys the Kali-terror of Hari's loved ones, be fixed forever in my heart.
NAMOSTU YAMUNE SADA, TAV CHARITRAMATYADBHUTAM NA JATU YAMYATANA, BHAVATI TE PAYAHAPANATAHA YAMOPI BHAGINISUTAN KSTHAMU HANTI DUSHTANAPI PRIYO BHAVATI SEVANAT. TAV HAREERYATHA GOPIKAHA
Homage to you always, Yamuna; your exploits outrun wonder. Never will Yama's torments touch one who drinks your milk. For not even Death (Yama) could strike his own sister's sons, though they are evil. The one who worships you wins, like Gopis, the love of your Hari.
MAMASTU TAV SANNIDHAU, TANUNAVATVAMETAVATA NA DURLABTAMA RATIRMURARIPAU MUKUNDPRIYE ATOSTU TAV LALNA, SURDHUNEE PARAM SANGMAT. TAVAIV BHUVI KEERTITA NA TU KADAPI PUSHTISTHITAHI.
May I gain newness of body in your presence, o beloved of Mukunda, for with that alone will love for Mura's Enemy become easy. Let my cherishing be of you, then for only after she joins with you is Ganga praised so loudly on earth--but not by those who are established in Grace.
STUTIM TAVA KAROTI KAHA, KAMALJASPATNI PRIYE HARERYDANUSEVAYA, BHAVATI SAUKYAMAMOXATAHA IYAM TAV KATHADHIKA SAKALGOPIKASANGAMA- SMARASHRAMAJALANUBHI, SAKALGATRAJAIHI SANGAMAHA.
Who can (possibly) praise your, then, co-wife of Lakshmi, beloved? For worship of Lakshmi must be preceded by worship of Hari, and even then it results in the bliss of liberation at most. But far greater is this, your story: oneness with the drops that flow from his every limb as He exerts himself in his union of love with all the Gopis.
TAVASHTAKMIDAM MUDA, PATHATI SOORSOOTE SADA SAMASTADURITAKSHAYO, BHAVATI VAI MUKUNDE RATHIHI TAYA SAKALSIDDHAYO MURRIPUSHCHA SANTUSHYATI SWABHAV-VIJAYO BHAVET, BADATIVALLABHAHA SHIRE-HAREHE
Removal of all sins and love for Mukunda result for the joyful and constant reader of this, your octet, o Daughter of the sun. By her come all spiritual powers, bye her is Mura's Enemy gladdened, through her comes conquest of one's own nature, says Srimad Acharya Sri Vallabha, Hari's dear one.