When is the day [I shall] join my hands in worship,
strewing [freshly-]plucked blossoms,
praising till [my] tongue is cleaved
Māl who ripped apart the horse’s jaw and rejoiced,
the ocean-hued One, my Kṛṣṇa, the Bull among cowherds,
who, that day, protected the cattle by holding up the mighty mountain,
the Chief of the immortals,
the pleasant