Yasoda nayana mani
Anahata maha dhwani
Amare kareche pagol
Antara sudha nire 
Na pujite achire
Hayechi sonar madal

The ruby inside the eye of Yashoda!
Lord Krishna! O great Soundless Sound!
You have made me a divinely intoxicated soul.
Inside my nectar-heart,
To worship You, I shall become
Your victory’s golden drum.