I offer my obeisance’s repeatedly to that Supreme Lord, whose name is Krishna and who lives in Gokula, the land of many cows. Yashoda is his mother and Nanda his father. I offer my obeisances again and again to that Supreme Lord, who is called Gopal, the protector of the cows. Radha is his eternal consort. His illusory material energy is awe-inspiring. I offer my repeated obeisance’s to that Supreme Lord, whose complexion resembles the hue of the dark monsoon cloud. Krishna sneaks out to steal yoghurt and butter, which he loves to eat. Throughout the day, he tends the cows with his cowherd boyfriends. Repeatedly I offer obeisance’s to the Supreme Lord, the reservoir of divine pastimes. Krishna protected the honour of Draupadi, and delivered the elephant Gajendra from the jaws of an alligator. To that Supreme Lord, the abode of all compassion, I offer my repeated obeisance’s. That same Lord orchestrated the conflict between the Pandavas and the Kurus, and on the battlefield delivered divine instruction to Arjuna. To Shri Krishna, the shelter of the fallen and helpless, I offer my repeated obeisance’s.