this sweet babe
The bright crescents moon, or the charming flower of the lotus?
The honey in a flower, or the lustre of the full moon?
A pure coral gem, Or the pleasant chatter of parrots?
A dancing peacock, or a sweet singing bird?
A bouncing young deer, or a bright shining swan?
A treasure from God, or the pet parrot in the hands of Isvari?
The tender leaf of the kalpa tree, or the fruit of my tree if fortune?
A golden casket to enclose the jewel of my love?
Nectar in my sight, or a light to dispel darkness?
The seed of my climbing fame, or a never-fading bright pearl?
The brilliance of the sun to dispel all the gloom of misery?
The Vedas in a casket, or the melodious vina?
The lovely blossom put forth by the stout branch of my tree of enjoyment
The cluster of pichaka buds, or sugar-candy sweet on the tongue?
The fragrance of musk, the beat of all good?
A breeze laden with the scent of flowers, or the essence of purest gold?
A bowl of fresh milk, or of sweet smelling rose water?
The field of all virtue, or an abode of all duty?
A cup of thirst-quenching cold water, or a sheltering shade?
A never-failing mallika flower, or my own stored up wealth?
The auspicious object of my gaze, or my most precious jewel?
A stream of virtuous beauty, or an image of the youthful Krishna?
The bright forehead mark of the goddess Lakshmi ?
Or, by the mercy of Padmanabha, is it the source of my future happiness?
Is it, in this beautiful form, an Avatar of Krishna Himself?