One moment and Gopal, as if picking mushrooms,
Grabbed huge Govarddhan, and easily held it up.
His pinkie held the mountain like a huge umbrella,
All the herdsmen gasped loud when they saw this magic.

"My good father, My brothers, people of Vrindavan!
Your son is holding an umbrella over you.
This will not fall down from the grasp of My hand,
Boldly pull underneath for shelter from the rains!

"You shall become dry soon, but trust Me, do not fail,
It is a slight matter for Me to move mountains!
Come underneath, for no one should suffer from the cold,
There's a place for all here, and peace to rest at last!"

They trusted Him completely, no one could wish for more,
For they knew that with Him they'll always find a shelter.