ਸ਼੍ਰੀ ਕ੍ਰਿਸ਼੍ਣਾਸ਼੍ਟਕਮ੍ (ਭਜੇ ਵ੍ਰਜੈਕਮਣ੍ਡਨਮ੍)

ਅਰਥ:I worship the sole ornament of Vraja, the destroyer of all sins, the delight of his devotees' hearts, the ever-joyous son of Nanda; with a beautiful cluster of peacock-feathers on his head and the sweet-sounding flute in his hand — an ocean of love's delight — I bow to the charming Krishna.

ਅਰਥ:He who shatters the pride of Cupid, with large restless eyes, who dispels the grief of the cowherds — I bow to the lotus-eyed one; who lifted the mountain (Govardhana) on his lotus-hand, lovely with his smiling glance, who humbled the pride of great Indra — I bow to Krishna, the protector.

ਅਰਥ:With ear-rings of kadamba blossoms and most charming cheeks, the one beloved of the women of Vraja — I bow to Krishna, hard to attain; together with Yashoda, full of joy, with the cowherds and with Nanda, the sole giver of happiness — I bow to the leader of the cowherds.

ਅਰਥ:May his lotus-feet ever dwell as my very own within my mind — he who wears loose curling locks, I bow to the child of Nanda; the dryer-up of all faults, the nourisher of all the worlds, dwelling in the hearts of all the cowherds — I bow to the darling of Nanda.

ਅਰਥ:He who descended to lift the burden of the Earth, the helmsman across the ocean of existence, the youthful son of Yashoda — I bow to the stealer of hearts; with the lovely play of his sidelong glances, ever in the company of the virtuous, growing newer and newer day by day — I bow to him born in Nanda's house.

ਅਰਥ:The mine of virtues, the source of joy, the abode of compassion, supremely merciful, the destroyer of the enemies of the gods — I bow to the son of the cowherds; the ever-fresh gallant of the gopas, ever fond of new play, beautiful as a cloud, his garment flashing like lightning — I bow to him.

ਅਰਥ:The joy of all the cowherds, the one delight of the lotus of the heart — I bow to him who stands amid the bower, radiant as the bright sun; the bestower of every desire, with the lovely arrows of his sidelong glance, the sweet player of the flute — I bow to the lord of the bower.

ਅਰਥ:Reclining on the charming, mind-captivating couch (of the heart) of the clever gopis — I bow to him who entered the forest-bower as the ornament of the Rasa dance; whenever, however and in whatever way, may I ever sing the holy story of Krishna — bestow upon me such grace.

ਅਰਥ:Whatever man, having studied, recites this pair of authentic ashtakas, becomes endowed with pure devotion to the son of Nanda in birth after birth.