I remember the infant Mukunda, Who sleeps inside a hollow Banyan leaf¹, and Who, by His lotus-hands, is putting His lotus-feet in His lotus-mouth.||1||
I remember the infant Mukunda, Who, having collected the worlds in His mouth, sleeps on a Banyan leaf, Whose form is without a beginning or an end, Who is the Lord of all, and Who incarnates for the benefit of everyone.||2||
I remember the infant Mukunda, Who has a blue-lotus like delicate and soft body, and Whose lotus-feet is reverred by Indra an