(My mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam) who with his lotus like hands holds his lotus like feet, … and puts the toe in his lotus like mouth, he rests on the fold of the banyan leaf (vata), my mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam.

(My mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam) who draws the entire world in that banyan leaf (vata), … on which he rests with his divine form which is beginningless and endless, he is the lord of all, his incarnation is for the welfare of all, my mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam.

(My mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam) who is like a dark-blue lotus with tender and soft body, whose lotus feet are worshipped by Indra and other devas, by taking refuge in that never ending wish fulfilling tree, … my mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam.

(My mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam) who has long curly hair and wears a long garland, on whose rows of teeth are marked the enchainting smile of love play, whose lips are like bimba fruits and eyes are wide and lovely, my mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam.

(My mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam) who steals the milk and curd from the pots fixed on the swing,… when the cowherd girls of vraja goes out, and having eaten them according to his wish, he pretends to be sleeping, my mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam.

(My mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam) who on the Kaliya snake situated inside river Yamuna, the river which originated from mount Kalinda,… danced joyfully over the top of its hood … holding its tail with his hand; his face shining like the autumn moon, my mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam.

(My mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam) who was tied to the mortar (by his mother), but his face radiating unperplexed heroism,… he played the divine play of uprooting the pair of lofty Arjuna trees (Arjuna) with his body, he looks out with wide open eyes which stretches like the beautiful lotus petals, my mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam.

(My mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam) who looks at the face of his mother while … drinking milk from her breast, his eyes like a lotus situated over a lake, his divine form reflects the infinite pure consciousness, my mind remembers that beautiful Bala Mukundam.