Oh Lord of Gods, I worship your lotus like feet.
From your feet flows the river GANGA, singing your sweet name and glorious exploits.
The feet are the refuge of all deeds, adorn like ornament the lap of YASODA. The feet which shine brilliantly like the rays of the rising sun, have taken to task, likes of SAKATA-the demon-who came in the form of a cart-wheel. The anklets of your feet keep a melodious rhythm.
When the cowherd damsels kiss thy feet, the dark pupils reflect on your toenail making them resemble innumerable moons with dark patches. Your feet which wandered in GOKULA and BRINDAVANA with sole purpose of cutting asunder the great burden of existence of those who seek refuge in them.
Those feet have danced on the hoods of KALIYA, who feeds on air. Your feet keep time to the melody you play on your flute, which capitvates the whole world. Those feet are served upon by SANAKA, BRAHMA and INDRA. Your feet give immortality and are the only remedy to the woes of existence. Oh Lord PADMANABHA! You are the lord of RAMA.