Upon a golden tray the arati is lit; the jeweled lamps blaze with splendid flame. Let us wave it, O mother, before our handsome lord, husband of Rakhumai, Rukmini, and Satyabhama. His four adorned arms and divine earrings shine; the beauty of his face spreads radiance all around. The Vaijayanti garland graces his chest, resplendent with conch, disc, mace, and lotus. Dark and tender as the heart of a plantain, his anklets and ornaments resound to the sky. Says Tuka, waving this arati, the mind stands still, fixed in place. An even gaze and perfect absorption have settled at his feet.

On a golden tray the arati is lit; the jeweled lamps blaze with bright flame. Let us wave it, O mother, before our beautiful lord, the husband of Rahi, Rakhumai, and Satyabhama. His four adorned arms shine, and divine rings hang in his ears; looking at the beauty of his blessed face, light spreads out. The Vaijayanti garland graces his neck, rich and lovely; the conch, the disc, the mace, and the lotus shine in his hands. He is dark and tender, like the heart of a plantain; the anklets and bangles on his feet sound to the sky. As I wave the lamp, my mind stops and stands still in its place. Tuka says: an even gaze and deep absorption have settled at his feet.