Make my life a part of your symphony of beauty

lasat-kuṇḍalaṁ gokule bhrājamanam

Adorned with earrings swinging free,
He shines in Gokul’s ecstasy.
Their golden glow on cheeks divine,
Outglasses the stars that softly shine.

(Damodarashtakam — Verse 1, Line 2)

My dear Lord, your beauty is not generic—it is exquisitely specific. When you descend into this world and enact your pastimes, you reveal your captivating charm in delightful detail. Each limb, each gesture, each ornament—every feature of your divine being—joins together in a symphony of radiant enchantment.

Here, O all-attractive Lord, your earrings shine stunningly as you run from your mother through the courtyards of Vṛndāvana. They sway and dance in delight, seizing the chance to caress your tender cheeks—their gentle touch heightened by the rhythm of your movement.

O ocean of all beauty, your ornaments form an ecstatic ensemble that enhances your radiant splendor—categorically distinct from and infinitely superior to all other beauty. Others wear ornaments to become beautiful, but your beauty is self-contained and self-sufficient. When you wear ornaments, it is not to adorn yourself but to adorn them. You grant them the supreme privilege of service, perfecting their existence by letting them decorate your divine form.

O my beloved Lord, I too am meant to be an ornament—more precisely, an instrument of your will—a small yet purposeful part of your grand divine plan. I have no beauty or worth of my own, yet bless me to find meaning and joy in being used as you desire—in your service, for your glory, within your eternal symphony of beauty and love.