(Translation of a light song by Kalarkode Chandran)
With eyes closed in adoration,
I stood leaning on the rock-cut lamp, lit with ghee wicks
In the temple courtyard of Ambalapuzha
That resonated with the harmony of Ashtapadi.
As I stood waiting for the saviour of Gokula,
With nothing to offer but the hardened butter of penury
And a milk-bowl of tears,
I felt as light as the cool breeze of Vrindavan
And the strains of its Saranga.
On the arena, with no Krishna in sight,
I sang his eulogies until sleep overcame me
At long last, as the call of the conch woke me,
My eyes were treated to the garland on His chest
And the flute on which flowed His fingers.
(Translated for National Festival of Light Music, All India Radio)