Krishna Lifts the Govardhan Hill.
Once in the beautiful land of Vraja,
For Lord Indra they wanted to do a puja
Begging to Indra to supply them rain
So that in time they can harvest their grain
Seeing this Krishna was not happy,
He told his father this is unnecessary,
‘You should worship Govardhana hill,
This is what I really feel’
The gopas and gopis were all so happy,
To worship Govardhan they were all ready,
With laddu, halava, pakora and puri
They offered it all to Govardhana joyfully
Hearing this Indra became angry,
How can Krishna say that about me?
Let there be rain in Vraja, profusely
Let them suffer for disrespecting me
Indra called for the dangerous clouds
To flood the entire Vrindavana Dham
The sound of thunder was so very loud
Peaceful Vrindavan is now beginning to drown
The scared inhabitants ran for shelter,
To the lotus feet of their dearest Shyam,
Only He could save him them from this disaster
To protect His devotees He will surely come
Krishna smiled and told them to calm down,
His effulgence was as bright as the sun,
Just like a child would pick up a mushroom from the ground,
With only one little finger Krishna lifted the Govardhan
Under Govardhan they all took shelter
For one full week without a torture
Whatever Indra does now, it doesn’t matter,
Glories to Sri Krishna the supreme creator.
Mathura Lilesvari Devi Dasi