O Kanu of song,
O Kanu of love,
O Kanu of Vraja,
I have this request to You.

O charming Mohan,
smile in the sweet garden of my mind,
as embodiment of realisation.

It is impossible for me
to search in far away jungles or in mountain caves.
Hence, on the floral altar of my mind,
sit in the adornment of a King,
O embodiment of the illusive play.

I sing the glory of Your attributes.
I flow in the effulgence of Your name,
through series of waves on the ocean of nectar.
Have mercy on me,
O embodiment of the inner heart.