Yasoda nayana mani Anahata maha dhwani Amare kareche pagol Antara sudha nire Na pujite achire Hayechi sonar madal
The ruby inside the eye of Yashoda! Lord Krishna! O great Soundless Sound! You have made me a divinely intoxicated soul. Inside my nectar-heart, To worship You, I shall become Your victory’s golden drum.