O Krishna, unborn, yet You choose our earth,
The timeless Infinite cloaked in birth.
Beyond all mind, yet close as breath,
The soul of the cosmos who conquers death.
When dharma falters, You rise to defend,
The fallen, the weak, to whom You bend.
You crushed the serpent, You stilled the storm,
With tender might, all fears transform.
On battlefield’s edge, You calmly guide,
Charioteer, teacher, standing beside.
Truth with a smile, time dressed in play,
Death to the proud, dawn of the day.
O Govinda, hold my heart in Your flame,
My lips forever thirst for Your name.
With You, all sorrow turns into art—
Stay, Madhava, never leave my heart.
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