Bala Mukundashtakam [The octet on the child who gives immortal bliss] Translated by P. R. Ramachander
[Among the several forms of devotion in Hinduism, possibly one of the most easy is that of loving him as if he is your baby. This devotional hymn on Lord Krishna follows that approach. Lord Krishna is supposed to sleep on a leaf of a banyan tree and float on the surging waters of final deluge. He is supposed to hold his feet by his hand and put his toe in to his mouth. This hymn in its first stanza brings this image of Lord Krishna and then goes on to describe the adventures of this God Child as a baby. The first stanza of this great prayer also occurs in Sri Krishna Karnamrutha, a great book by a poet called Leela Shuka. It is not known whether he is the author of this prayer also.]
With my mind I think of that child Mukunda*, Who with his lotus like hand catches his lotus like feet, And brings it near his lotus like face and steals our heart, And sleeps peacefully on a banyan leaf.
With my mind I think of that child Mukunda, Who after dissolution of the earth, Sleeps on the middle of leaf of a banyan tree, Whose form has neither end nor beginning, Who is the god of all, And who is the incarnation of good for all.
With my mind I think of that child Mukunda, Who has a pretty dark mien , With the colour of a blue lotus, Whose lotus like feet is worshipped, By all devas and Indra their king, And who is the wish giving tree, Blessing progeny to those who pray for it.
With my mind I think of that child Mukunda, Who has locks of his hair falling all over his face, Who wears long pretty hanging chains, Who has rows of nectar like teeth that shine with love, Who has reddish lips like the Bimba fruit, And who has very pretty captivating eyes.
With my mind I think of that child Mukunda, Who acts as if he is sleeping, after eating, Butter Sufficient to meet his desire, When Yasoda had gone out, After keeping milk, and curd in a pot.
With my mind I think of that child Mukunda, Who has got a face like the autumn moon, And who while he was on the stone in river Kalindhi, Desires to dance on the hood of the snake Kaalinga, Holding his tail by one of his hands.
With my mind I think of that child Mukunda, Who is tied to a mortar, Who is charitable and heroic, Who broke the twin Arjuna trees playfully, And whose eyes are like fully open red lotus.
With my mind I think of that child Mukunda, Who lovingly looks at his mother’s face, When he drinks milk from her, Who is having eyes like the lotus flower, Who is the unalloyed form of truth, And who is the God with limitless form.