O Kṛṣṇa! O You with cool, beautiful lotus eyes!
I did not get to [have You] crawl, rise, come [to me] with a staggering walk and stay on my breast, having played with the red dust of the soil! Alas! I did not get to eat the leftover of the boiled rice which [You] scooped with all the beautiful little red fingers [and] placed [in Your] mouth. O! What [ever] did