Śrī Vasudevāshṭakam
(1) So comfortably attired in Thy saffron robes of silk;
So tired from Thy constant work as cosmos’s Upkeeper;
Supine upon Thy serpent couch across the sea of milk…
O Vasudeva, waken in my heart, Thou sacred Sleeper!
(2) Thou danced on Kāliya’s snake heads & with each pretty Gopi,
And claimed the three worlds with Thy strides, the universe’s Leaper,
So why so still within my heart, just dreaming, drooping dopey?
O Vasudeva, waken in my heart, Thou sacred Sleeper!
(3) Oh how to
