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Salutations to Him who is everywhere,
Him who is forever victorious,
Him who carries the conch and the holy wheel,
Him who is the sweet heart of Rukhmani,
Him who is the soul of daughter of Janaka,
Him ho is worshipped by the Gopis,
Him who killed Kamsa,
And Him who is the noblest.
Krishna govinda he rama narayana,
Sree pathe vasu deva jitha sree nidhe,
Achyuthanantha he madhava adhokshaja,
Dwaraka naayaka drowpadhi rakshaka,
Forever protect me Hey Krishna,
Who takes care of all souls,
Who is Rama and Narayana,
Who is Lord of Lakshmi,
Who is victorious as son of Vasudeva,
Who is the store house of treasures,
Who is the endless happiness,
Who is the greatest sage,
Who is forever victorious,
And who saved Droupadhi.
Rakshasa kshobitha seethaya shobitho,
Danda karanya bhoo punyatha karana,
Lakshmanananvitho vanarai ssevitho,
Agasthya sampoojitho raghava pathu maam
Forever salutations to the star of clan of Raghu,
Who gets angry at Rakshasas,
Who shines with his consort Sita,
Who made the land of Dandakaranya holy,
Who is always followed by Lakshmana,
Who is served by Monkeys,
And who is worshipped by Sage Agasthya.
Dheenu karishtako anishta krudwesinaam,
Kesiha kamsa hrud vamsika vaadhana,
Poothana gopaku sooraja khelano,
Bala gopalaka pathu maam sarvadha
Forever salutations to the child god of Gopis,
Who killed Dhenuka and Arishtaka,
Who killed those who hated him,
Who was hated by kesi and Kamsa,
Who played on flute,
Who killed Poothana,
And who likes to play in the river.
Vidhyu dudhyothavath prasphura dwasasam,
Prouda bodhaval prollasad vigraham,
Vanyaya Malaya shobhi thora sthalam,
Lohinthangri dwayam vareejaksham bhaje
I pray Lord Krishna with pretty eyes,
Who wore clothes shining like lightning,
Whose form shone like the clouds of rainy season,
Who wears on his chest garlands of wild flowers,
And who has pair of pretty red feet.
Kanchithai kundalai braja maanananam,
Rathna moulim lasad kundalam gandayo,
Haara keyuragam kankana projwalam,
Kinkini manjula syamalam tham bhaje
I pray him who wears tiny bells
Who is handsomely black,
Who has a shiny face curly hairs,
Whose cheeks reflect the shine of his jeweled ear studs,
Who wears golden garlands,
And who wears shining bangles.
Phalasruthi
Achyuthashtakam ya patdeth ishtadham,
Premadha prathyaham poorusha saspruham,
Vruthatha sundaram karthru viswambharam,
Tasya vasyo harir jayathe sathwaram
He who reads this octet,
Which is dear to God Achyutha,
Which is written with love and devotion,
Which is beautiful because of its poetic skill,
With love and devotion,
Would reach the Lord fast and without fail.
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