Prayers to Lord Damodar (1) namäméçvaraà sac-cid-änanda-rüpaà lasat-kuëòalaà gokule bhräjamanam yaçodä-bhiyolükhaläd dhävamänaà parämåñöam atyantato drutya gopyä After You steal butter, Your earrings dance and shine As You flee Your mother in Gokula pastimes. Though You are all-blissful, all-knowing, ever-new, greatest of controllers, Your mother controls You.
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