Koti Kandarpa Sandarpa Vidhvamsana
Gokulananda Govinda Devastakam
koṭi-kandarpa-sandarpa-vidhvaṁsana- svīya-rūpāmṛtāplāvita-kṣmā-tala bhakta-lokekṣaṇaṁ
sakṣaṇaṁ tarṣayan gokulānanda govinda tubhyaṁ
nāmaḥ
Flooding the world with the nectar of Your handsomeness, a million times You drown the happiness 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
nāmaḥ
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 sa cet tāla-rāgādimān
śruty-anubhrājitaḥ kā sudhā brahma kiṁ kā
nu vaikuṇṭha-mud gokulānanda govinda tubhyaṁ
nāmaḥ
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
nāmaḥ
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 phelālavāsvādane
pātratāṁ brahma-rudrādayo yānti
naivānyake ādharaṁ śīdhum ete'pi
vindanti no gokulānanda govinda tubhyaṁ
nāmaḥ
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
savathākarṣakaṁ brahma-saukhyād api svādu sarve
jaguḥ tat-pramāṇaṁ svayaṁ
vyāsa-sūnuḥ śuko gokulānanda govinda tubhyaṁ
nāmaḥ
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
nāmaḥ
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-govinda-devāṣṭakaṁ yaḥ paṭhen nityam
utkaṇṭhitas tvat-padoḥ prema-sevāptaye so'cirān
mādhurī- sindhu-maj-janmanā
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.
Translation
Flooding the world with the nectar of Your handsomeness, a million times You drown the happiness 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.