•||Om Krishnaya Namaha||•
Skin like the deepest shade of the purple Jambul fruit,
Upon whose hair flies the peacock's feather blue,
I bow down to lord Krishna,
He who is the most beautiful.
Who plays the flute enthralling all,
For which all maidens of Vrindavan left their chores,
I bow down to lord Krishna,
He who enchants the world.
Who won the heart of Shri Radha,
For whom the queen Meera became a sage,
I bow down to lord Krishna,
He who brings forth our true self.
Who cries at his devotees' pain,
And comes to protect this realm again and again,
I bow down to lord Krishna,
He who is the eighth incarnation of Vishnu, the great preserver.
Who was the charioteer of the hero Arjuna,
And guided him throughout the battle of Kurukshetra to bring back order to the world,
I bow down to lord Krishna,
He who shall take birth to restore the world when chaos shall again resurface.
For whom the world dances and sings,
Who is the Supreme Soul,
I bow down to lord Krishna,
He who gives us deliverance.
•||Om Krishnaya Namaha||•
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The one whom one can trust without a doubt,
Can believe in him, without the fear of being betrayed,
One who's love would never cease to amaze us,
One who gives us the calm of mind,
One who is like the warmth of the morning sun,
One gives the freedom to the spirit,
Freedom from the pain of this world.
One whose care is never-ending,
One whose eyes sees everything
One whose heart always forgives,
Forgives those who have wronged.
This what Krishna is,
The one in whom the world resides,
That is what Krishna is,
The greatest friend of a mortal.
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Note; Krishna, Sanskrit Kṛṣṇa, one of the most widely revered and most popular of all Indian divinities, worshipped as the eighth incarnation (or avatar) of the Hindu god Vishnu and also as a supreme god in his own right.
And personally, I have nothing to say. He's the saviour of my soul and the greatest confidant, that I would never find no matter how hard I search.
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