Sl. No:342; Sri padmanaabha; Madhyamaavathi; Misra Chapu; Keerthanam; Saanskrit. Artist: Dr. B. Pushpa.

SRI PADMANABHA! My mind yearns to be merged with you fervently.
You reside in the lotus like hearts of the sages who meditate upon you. You destroy all the sorrows. You are the Lord of the world.
I yearn for you, just like the lovelorn maiden longs for her beloved who has left for distant land, like the swarm of bees hovering over the lotus ponds, just as the koels welcome the spring season and like the most thirsty person longs for a sweet drink.
Like the thirsty CATAKA birds await longingly for the dark clouds, as they will not take any other water; like the fledgelings longs for thir mother,s return, like the man weary of the fierce sun longs for shade, like the bird CAKORA longs for the moon, I long for you always.
Just as the man welcomes a coverlet in winter, like the hungry baby wants the breast of the mother, like the old needs a walking stick, Oh lord SYANANDURA! I need you. Your face resembles the lotus.

(Translation by Dr. T.K Govinda Rao)