From the bright blue sky, from among the rainbows,
Sweet singing was heard, praising Gopal's deed.
Whole showers of flowers fell on the small boychild,
Sweet petals got stuck on his raven-coloured hair.

Trees in flower yielded tasty drops of honey,
Intoxicated bees were drinking up the nectar.
Calves were springing, birds were soaring,
Medicinal herbs grew on the dewy meadow.

Blue peacocks danced turning, crying out with loud calls,
Swans were settling down in the rivers and the lakes.
Elephants trumpeted, watering their good mates;
In the whole world creatures celebrated Shyama.

In their joy they handed Gopal from hand to hand,
Finally his mother embraced Him in her hug.