ଅଲୈପାଯୁତେ କଣ୍ଣା

ଅର୍ଥ:My mind surges and tosses like the waves, O Kanna (Krishna) — it surges, restless, for the blissful, enchanting music of Your flute. (This is the famous Tamil kriti of Oothukkadu Venkata Kavi, in raga Kanada.)

ଅର୍ଥ:I long for that moment when, standing as still as a statue without stirring, You play the flute beside the well-adorned maiden, and then come laughing merrily to stand before me — how greatly I yearn for it!

ଅର୍ଥ:The clear moonlight blazes bright as broad day; Your radiant face puts even four-faced Brahma's to shame. Having drunk deep of the cool nectar of Your music, You have given that very bliss to me — now there is nothing at all that I lack, O Kanna, embodiment of the Vedas! O dark-hued Kanna, grant me Your sweet, tender words. I cannot bear to be apart from You even for a single moment more, O my Kanna — never, never again will I be parted from You!