Oh my precious, dear Kanha ji,
The consoler of all crying souls,
The brave son of mother Yashoda,
I love to chant your name, all day long.

Exhausted by this cruel life,
Being dragged into helplessness,
I will never give up, could never ever,
I have thou, then why should I?

This world can try to shut me down,
But it could not, b'cuz I have you.
Games are being played with my heart,
But I know you will keep it safe.

Oh my calm, caring Kanha ji,
I am obliged, you are here with me.
I was just a crushed block of chalk,
You mould me strong, now I am here.

Let the world think whatever it likes,
Nothing is going to hurt my soul.
Let the world be jealous of me,
I got my strength and power with me.
© Aryananda