Krishna Chalisa

Whoever daily meditates on Banke Bihari Krishna —

all their crises end, all fleeting sorrows dispelled.

Hail Shri Krishna, Mukunda, Murari; hail Gopala, Giridhara, Banwari.

Hail Nanda’s son, king of Braj’s rule; hail, hail, crown of Yadu’s line.

Hail, hail merciful Dwarkadhish; hail Mathuranath Gopala.

Joy bloomed in Nandgaon when Vasudeva’s son was born.

Devaki’s benefactor, Kansa’s death, world’s ferryman.

Vasudeva carried you to Gokul; Nanda’s joy swelled boundless.

In Gokul you staged pastimes, granting Baba Nanda supreme joy.

You struck down Putana, taking Shakatasura’s life.

You destroyed Trinavarta, gladdening mother Yashoda.

You played butter-stealing pastimes, sporting as a child with cowherds.

You showed the universe in your mouth, Mother; all who saw grew most amazed.

Stealing curd, butter, cream, bound to the mortar you showed your play.

You delivered Yamalarjuna, fully redeeming Nala-Kubara.

To Braj you went herding cattle, piping your flute with cowherd boys.

You humbled serpent Kaliya, dancing a charming dance on his hoods.

You cleansed Yamuna’s waters, giving all Braj folk joy.

You killed Dhenukasura and ended Bakasura too.

Baladau killed Pralambasura; Krishna’s helper brother is Haladhara by name.

You held Mount Govardhan, humbling even Indra’s pride.

Seven days on your finger you held it, saving every Braj soul.

Indra came to your refuge, granting the beloved title Govinda.

With gopis you staged the rasa, growing love in the great rasa.

Piping your flute you charmed all; without you nothing pleases the gopis.

You gave Radha Rani love, heightening Vrindavan’s splendour.

Rushing, you ended Kansa, freeing Mathura’s folk.

You gave Ugrasena kingship, gladdening mother Devaki.

Serving guru Sandipani, you mastered all sixty-four arts.

You founded fair Dwarka city, wedding Rukmini most charmingly.

Lord of sixteen thousand queens, inner-knower of every heart.

You killed Narakasura, freeing all captive queens.

You saved Sudama’s honour, truly merciful brother to the lowly.

For the handful of flattened rice Sudama brought, you gave him palace-mansions.

For Pandavas’ sake you did all, granting Draupadi endless cloth.

To Arjuna you taught the Gita, showing all dharma’s path.

You showed Arjuna the cosmic form, granting divine wisdom.

You taught karma-yoga’s wisdom, selfless action’s spirit.

You granted Bhishma-Vidura liberation, staging play to found dharma.

You ended Jarasandha and slew Shishupala, O Lord.

Wiping out unrighteousness, you raised dharma, showing truth-nonviolence’s path.

Whoever daily sings the Krishna Chalisa finds all joys and wealth at home.

Whoever reads the Krishna Chalisa, singing praise daily — on them the Lord bestows grace, giving joy and welfare. Whomever Krishna’s grace touches, no joy or sorrow can shake.