Sl. No.165; Mahipale pyaare; Poorvi; Chow; Dhrupad; Hindi.

Oh the Lord of the Universe, the dear one. The melody of your flute captivates my heart. The son of NANDA, the saviour of dejected ones. You enslaved all the three worlds by the melody of your flute. The meditation of your form brings bliss to all the celestials. Your head is adorned with peacock feathers; on your neck lies pearl necklace. On your broad forehead shines the saffron TILAK . Oh Lord PADMANABHA, the Lord of hapless ones, who can understand your exploits which is like the illusion between the sun and the moon that one cannot comprehend.

(Translation by Dr. T.K Govinda Rao)