Hey Krishna

Let me be your shrine,

Where your idol stay,

Let me be Peacock's feather,

Which stays on your head,

Let me be Tulasi garland,

Which decorated to you,

Let me be Chappan bhog,

Which offered to you,

Let me be butter,

Which you steal,

Let me be your flute,

With which you make exquisite sounds,

Let me be Yamuna River,

To watch your Rasa Leela with Radha,

Let me be the chant Radhe Radhe,

Let me be Govardhan hill,

By keeping it on your finger you saved many,

Let me be cattle,

Which played with you,

Hey Krishna,

Let me be Arjuna,

Whom you guided with Bhagavadgita.