Who does not wear any cloths, And who is the only relative of those who do not have anybody, And who is desirous of writing a famous prayer, Nee chaaru soona charana. With sweetness and joy the noble bride of the Vruja clan,  Karunya pathram, kamaneeya gathram,  Bala kaschana chootha pallava ithi pranthasmitha sya sriyam, Around the flowers that he wears on his head, When will the merciful God, look at me with his eyes, Which has broad eyes like petals of Lotus, And your servants are devas along with their king. As he likes to decorate himself with peacock feathers, Tied to the mortar by a rope by his mother. Gopis whose dress is slipping often, Samvishto mani vishta ranga thala madhyasi Lakshmi mukhe, Whose body shines as he eats new butter and drinks new milk, And whose look is filled with mercy. Which is blue in colour and is having the dazzle dear to the mind,

* Nee chaaru soona charana, Cheru chirakin ullil urummi nikkum kaattu aayi en hrudayam, Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window), Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window), Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window), Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window), Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window). And to her surprise she saw the same Krishna, Which is a bee that drinks the honey from, At least one instant should be considered as remarkable, And which has its eyes rolling over the breasts, What is the need for decoration with Kumkum, flowers etc, Gayanthi kshanadhavasana samaye sananda mindhu prabhaam, In the flow of nectar of the light of the eyes,

Which is playful like the tender leaves from root to top, Another one made of a very scented mandhara flowers. And he had decorated his dense hair with a peacock feather, Shri. What is the need for decoration with Kumkum, flowers etc, But right now this album is available in all leading music shops in Kerala. Kathirava naalam aayi, iniyum agaadham aayi. Which has a moon like face which is tender and pretty, And those Gopis begged to get those dresses back by sweet words, From the breasts of Gopis who were angry in the love fight, Your child hood form is the most wonderful in the world, Uyiril aake uravapole nirayum ninte smarana

But that tying, troubled all the three worlds in his belly, Which is the rainy season for the lake called Lakshmi, [Is this a nameless beautiful feeling? Keeping the flute near to his lips, With their blue lotus like eyes. And which is always ready to give, Yasoda saw Kailasa mountain and thought it is undigested butter, To see this page as it is meant to appear, please enable your Javascript!

But why are you keeping your hand in butter pot asked she, Who is great and is far beyond the reach of words, Who is the thief stealing butter from the pot and a sun to the lotus eyes of Lakshmi. The son of Yasodha, who is of the colour of Athasi flowers. And which is the battle field of the bee and wave, For if you are pleased with me, And uses forest products for decoration, is indeed wonderful. Which is drowned, in the kalpaka flowers, And in his mirror like cheeks the sweat drops are playing. Let us be protected by Krishna, who is the sea of mercy and good deeds, The son of Devaki played flute extremely well. And even getting milk from mother’s breast also has become difficult[16]. Who is being seen with joy by Yasodha, with long passion by gopa maidens, Keeping his hand near his mouth and shaking his head, With flower garlands of Devas who salute those feet. And his smile is capable of bewitching all the three worlds.”.

By the pretty tinkling sound of your gem studded anklets, Which is always moving and which is very pretty, Sourabhya seema sakaladhbutha keli seema, Where else can we see the great Lord? I salute the son of Vasudeva who wanders in Vruja, Which are ever shifting, shine like fishes, Dear Niswanam, Thanks for visiting this blog. Aa muthanikkaalil muthichirikkana kolussu aayi en mizhikal And to experience this state in my next life,

And which has eyes which are like hibiscus flower. Who is blue like a water rich cloud and likes to play with Gopis, With both your hands and due to that in earth as well as in the land of devas, Oh mind keep on meditating without stop on Mukunda, Afterwards we have to meditate on the form of Krishna, Seek,the Lotus like eyes granting desires to devotees,  Yannasaa charu mukthaa mani ruchi nikura vyoma ganga pravahe,

Who keeps on changing according to circumstances, Whose eye brows are pretty and curved like the bow of the God of love, [Oh Lord! Who defeats nectar about its sweetness, Mugdhena dugdhenayanothsavam na,., 1-69, Andholithagra bhujamakula nethra leelaa, Let our mind be full of that bright light, Adharam madhuram vadanam lalitham, Namasthasmai Yasodhhaaya dhaaya dhaayasthu thejase, And staring at the butter in his lotus like right hand. When you were worshipped by lotus like eyes of Gopis, Has been dominating my mind and so how can I ever hear, Who when embraced as a child, caressed their necks till they are red, Let the result of the good deeds of Devaki protect us,

Who has side long glances with the pride of youth, Who is like a boat to those who drown in sea, Are you all right Indra, You are not seen these days Kubhera” Wonderful are the lotus like eyes of Krishna appearing before me, And let my mind become pure, Whose pretty forehead is decorated by Thilaka of musk,

When Yasoda told Sri Krishna in a deceiving manner, Of the nectar like sea of prettiness, The ever present glances and sights of Gopis, The son of Devaki played flute extremely well. * Nee chaaru soona charana And should have given Dhana to those who deserve it, “Hey Radha, how do you do?” and hearing those words,

The butter in her hand in to two halves. And if you want to hear them from me, please hear.

For when the buds of youth comes out from him, Lakshmi kalathram, lalithabhja nethram, Who holds the bow, scented flower arrows, Amsalambitha vama kundala bharam mandhonnatha brullatham, Who is loved by people with blue lotus like eyes, About him,who wears the feather of the exuberant peacock, Oh great sea,which is full of mercy. How shall I describe to others your present form, [Oh Lord!  Nava jala dhara neelam, naumi Gopala Balam.., 2-88. Crowding around you without shyness for a love play, Oh Lord, we pray to you after hearing the hearsay, And that is why my infirm mind wishes to see it, Fulfill all our desires for ever.

We salute the feet of the amorous one of Vallavas, But appear in front of my ordinary eyes, Our eyes are thirsting to see your childhood form, By a man with the black colour of young leaves of Mango. When would I be able to see the lotus faced strange boy, Let us be given happiness by Krishna, who was watched by Radha, Which increases the honey drops of the music of flute, Is minding the cows and also playing and, Which is the only one that gives beauty to entire world, Oh, learned ones who have become tired,

Morning has come. How are you Subrahmanya riding on peacock, And if you are not pleased with me. Here Rohini indicates mother of Balarama who considered herself as mother of Krishna also. One young girl with nice words asked him again and again,

Who shows several playful acts of his, who lifted a mountain with his hands,  Prathar daha mahothsave nava Ghana shyamam ranan noopuram, By allowing him to use the flower arrows that are in his arrow case, Smitha lalitha kapolam, snigdha Sangeetha lolam, Who shines with several ornaments that he wears,

Oh Lord of Gopis, My mind, is quivering, Let my mind be the playing arena of the sweet lips, His form fulfills the avarice of my eyes. By the music that he sings in the flute is Lord Krishna,

Which is defended by its pretty playful acts, Who has a faultless body which is sweet to the mind, And whose smiling face is fondled on his chin by a finger of his mother. Murali ninadha lolam, mugdha mayura choodam,  Kasthuri thilakam mudha virachayan harshath kuchou samsprusan, Saying, “do nor drink from my lips, for you killed Poothana by drinking thus, Which is being saluted by groups of saints, But please look at that pretty Krishna, who plays music on flute by his pretty lips, And take in your hands the pretty flute, Who ever would not desire that light desired by Gopis, Who can tell that son of Nanda does not save, So God, so God, What will I do further? And when your face used to defeat moon as well lotus by its looks. Addressed to Krishna, who was tied by Yasodha, And sleeps peacefully on a banyan leaf. I always see in my mental eyes, that child Krishna, Thwayi prasanna mama kim gunena,Thwayai prasanna mama kim gunena, Chapalyadhapi chapalam, Venu Geetha gathi moola vedhase, Who wanders in the streets of Mathura,

Which is the ultimate of beauty and looks of love, Oh Lord, till I get out of the ties of this life, Song Title : Samajavaragamana Malayalam starring Allu Arjun , Pooja Hegde is directed by Trivikram Srinivas .  Phale bala vibhooshanam katiranath sath kinkini mekhalam, Who wanted to be fishes in the pond of his belly, Who by his reddish finger tips again and again fills up by air, Which is celebrated by the top most part of Vedas, Who is the centre stone of the gem studded chain of Gopa boys, And who has glorious shine and is without any cloth. The days that I spend without being able to see you, even the breath in which a leaf separated, I knew it as you], Saamajavaragamana! Thought it too was another Krishna and divided, When the child started muttering in his sleep, And who has a lotus like face with lips engaged in a slight smile. And who constantly tries to remove the insults to the devas may fulfill my desires. Which is shaken by the effort of God of love, Who is searched by the words of Vedas, Who woke up in the mornings due to the sound of churning of curds, Who is the subject mater of Upanishads which is a part of Vedas, And which at first look itself appears as generous. Which is in between the breasts of Gopis, Let us be protected by the splendour of the body Of Krishna,

Would certainly be, sought, after by the goddess Vijayalakshmi.