Lyrics
koṭi-kandarpa-sandarpa-vidhvaḿsana- svīya-rūpāmṛtāplāvita-kṣmā-tala bhakta-lokekṣaṇaḿ sakṣaṇaḿ tarṣayan gokulānanda govinda tubhyaḿ nāmaḥ
yasya saurabhya-saulabhya-bhāg gopikā- bhāgya-leśāya lakṣmyāpi taptaḿ tapaḥ ninditendīvara-śrīka tasmai muhur gokulānanda govinda tubhyaḿ nāmaḥ
vaḿśikā-kaṇṭhayor yaḥ svaras te sa cet tāla-rāgādimān śruty-anubhrājitaḥ kā sudhā brahma kiḿ kā nu vaikuṇṭha-mud gokulānanda govinda tubhyaḿ nāmaḥ
yat pada-sparśa-mādhurya-majjat-kucā dhanyatāḿ yānti gopyo ramāto'py alam yad yaśo dundubher ghoṣaṇā sarva-jid gokulānanda govinda tubhyaḿ nāmaḥ
yasya phelālavāsvādane pātratāḿ brahma-rudrādayo yānti naivānyake ādharaḿ śīdhum ete'pi vindanti no gokulānanda govinda tubhyaḿ nāmaḥ
yasya līlāmṛtaḿ savathākarṣakaḿ brahma-saukhyād api svādu sarve jaguḥ tat-pramāṇaḿ svayaḿ vyāsa-sūnuḥ śuko gokulānanda govinda tubhyaḿ nāmaḥ
yat ṣaḍ-aiśvaryam apy ārya-bhaktātmani dhyātam udyac-camatkāram ānandayet nātha tasmai rasāmbhodhaye koṭiśo gokulānanda govinda tubhyaḿ nāmaḥ
gokulānanda-govinda-devāṣṭakaḿ yaḥ paṭhen nityam utkaṇṭhitas tvat-padoḥ prema-sevāptaye so'cirān mādhurī- sindhu-maj-janmanā vāñchitaḿ vindatām
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, OGokulananda, 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.