Having prayed to your glory, can there be hands that have had enough?
Bowing down to your greatness, are there foreheads which won't repeat [bowing]?
Is there a tongue which sang your praise and felt tired?
When my eyes see, all they see is your soft features.
When my ears listen, all they hear are praises sung to you.
However daunting the stride, I would still climb Karimala (Kari+aadri)
Can I ever tire, Manikanda, to climb your hill (to see you)?
Having once been blessed with a trip up your golden hill
Aren't they drawn to climbing it (the golden steps) all over again, Oh Lord!?
Oh Chaitanya! In your throbbing ocean of milk
Doesn't everyone want to bathe in those nectar sweet waves?
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