by Damodara Rao Dasu

P	chooDavamma yaSOdamma Oh yaSOdamma vADala vADala varadalivigO ||	Oh Yasodamma, see here the floods of milk and curds through out the village.
C 1	ponchi pulipAlu perugulu munchu minchu meegaDalu vanchi vAralu vaTTeena kanchapuTuTla kAgulivigO ||	Krishna and his frends stealthily emptied pots of milk,butter and curds. Look at the empty milk pots hanging on slings.
C 2	pEree pErani nEtulu chooralu vennala junnulunu Araginchi ATa sagapALLu pAravEsina bAnalivigO ||	They swallowed melted ghee, butter and cheese. They consumed half and spilled the rest on floor. Look at the vessels thrown here and there.
C 3	tellanee kanuteegala sOgala challalammETi javvanula chellinaTlAnE Sri vEnkaTapati kolla lADina gurutu livigO ||	Oh Yasoda, look at the cowherd maids with beautiful bright eyes. Look at the marks of mischivous plundering of milk by Venkatapati(Krishna).

P	vandEham jagadvallabham durlabham mandara dharam gurum mAdhavam bhoo dhavam ||	I bow to Madhava the lord of the universe. It is difficult to get his grace. He bore Mandara mountain. He is mighty. His consort is Bhudevi.
C 1	naraharim muraharam nArAyaNam param harimachyutam ghana vihanga vAham purushOttamam param punDAreekAksham karuNAbharaNam kalayAmi SaraNam ||	I bow to Narahari the destroyer of demon Mura. He is Narayana the transcendental. He is Achyuta with Garutmanta as vehicle. He is the Supreme. His eyes are lotus-like. Mercy is his ornament. I seek refuge in him.
C 2	nandani nandanam nandaka gadA dharam indirA nAdha maravinda nAbham indu ravi lOchanam hita dAsa varadam mu kundam yadukulam gOpa gOvindam ||	I bow to the son of Nanda whose mace is Nandaka. He is Indira's consort. He has lotus on his navel. The Sun and the Moon are like his eyes. He is benevolent to devotees. He is Mukunda the bestower of salvation. He is Govinda. He is Gopala of Yadu clan.
C 3	rAma nAmam yajNa rakshaNam lakshaNam vAmanam kAminam vAsudEvam SrimadAvAsinam Sri vEnkaTESwaram SyAmalam kOmalam SAnta murtim ||	I bow to Srirama the protector of Yajnas. He is perfect. He is Vasudeva. I bow to Venkatesa whose complexion is blue. He is delicate. He is icon of serenity.

P	kODekADu veeDe veeDe gOvinduDu kooDe niddaru satula gOvinduDu ||	Here is young Govinda who wedded two wives.
C 1	golletala valapinche gOvinduDu kollalADe vennalu gOvinduDu gulla Sanku chakramula gOvinduDu gollavArinTa perige gOvinduDu ||	Gopikas fell in love with Govinda. He stole butter. He wields conch and discus. He was brought up in cowherd houses.
C 2	kOlachE pasulu gAche gOvinduDu koolagumme kamsuni gOvinduDu gOva vEla konDette gOvinduDu gulepu satula dOchene gOvinduDu ||	Govinda tended cattle holding a staff. He vanquished demon Kamsa. He lifted Govardhana hill with his finger. He rescued young women from demon Naraka.
C 3	kundanapu chEla tODi gOvinduDu gondula sandula doore gOvinduDu kundani Sri vEnkaTAdri gOvinduDu gondi dOse nasurula gOvinduDu ||	Govinda's garments are golden. He roamed from house to house in the village streets. He drove away demons. Govinda is gracing as Venkatesa in his golden abode at Venkatadri.

P	jAnatanAlADE vElE jampu golletA vOri ANimutyamula challalivi neeku kollalA ||	Oh smart Gopika, why are you playing tricks on me? Oh cowherd boy this buttermilk is precious like pearls. Don't you possess it with you abundantly?
C 1	pOyavE kosaru challa bonku golletA vOri mA inTi challEla neeku manasAyyerA muyakuvE challa chADi muchchu golletA vOri pOyavO pOvO mA challa gabbi golletA vOri ||	Oh cunning milk-maid, give me some buttermilk. Oh young boy, why are you interested in my butter milk? Oh clever girl, don't close the lid of the pot. Oh cowherd boy, go away. I'll not give you my buttermilk.
C 2	chilukavE gOram challa jiDDu golletA vOri palachani challa nee bAsi gAdurA kalachavE lOni challa gabbi golletA vOri tolarAmA challEla doravaiti neeku ||	Oh dear milk-maid, churn warm buttery buttermilk. Oh cowherd boy, this dilute buttermilk does not suit you. Oh young milk-maid, mix up buttermilk well. Oh rich boy, why do you want this poor and innocent girl's buttermilk?
C 3	ammakuvE challalu voyyAri golletA vOri krammara mAtODa niTTE gayyALinchEvu sommalam bOyEvElE sompu golletA vOri dimmari kOnETi rAya tiramaiti neekunu ||	Oh beautiful milk-maid, don't sell away your buttermilk. Oh cowherd boy, why are you so rude? Oh milk-maid, why are you leaving me? Oh Venkatesa living by the side of tank, I stay with you always.