May I behold with my eyes and hold within your heart your all-attractive form

idaṁ te vapur nātha gopāla-bālam

O Lord, this form of child divine,
The cowherd boy so fair, so fine.
Your charm no mind can e’er withstand,
It melts the heart at love’s command.

(Damodarashtakam — Verse 4, Line 3)

My dear Lord, O cowherd of Vṛndāvana, your entire form—from lotus-feet to moonlike face—is the very abode of all beauty.

Your feet, O all-merciful Lord, bear many enchanting marks—the lotus, the flag, the goad. May my heart find shelter in their dust. With soles soft and moon-bright-nailed, your steps—sometimes gentle, sometimes eager—sanctify the paths of your courtyard. Your ankles sing with tinkling bells as you walk, and your calves gleam like rain-ripened blue clouds heavy with compassion.

Your slender waist is wrapped in yellow silk that sways like sunlight upon a storm-dark sky. Upon your chest shines the Kaustubha gem, yet even that jewel bows before the forest-flower garland, radiant with the boundless love of Mother Yaśodā who placed it there.

Your face is the supreme stimulator of devotion. Curling locks frame your moon-bright cheeks, while the peacock feather crowns you, monarch of love. Your eyes—lotus petals glistening with play—glance upon the cows and gopas, stealing every heart they meet.

O youthful Lord of Gokula, may my restless mind roam no more. Let my eyes ever behold and my heart ever hold your form—simple yet supreme, the source and soul of all beauty.