The inhabitants of Gokul and Brindavan
Were thankful to the gods in heaven
They had had a good harvest
And felt that they were very well blessed
They were thankful to Indra for his bounty
For sending them rain in plenty
They prepared lots of delicious treats
Puris, kachoris, malpoas and other sweets
They made everything ready in heaps
Indra thought that the offerings were his for keeps
Indra waited in great anticipation
Of the treat, with pleasureable expectation
But the young lad Krishna asked to be heard
His foster father, the chieftain Nandmaharaj paused
Krishna said, "why to Indra ? what has he done ?
Why not to the real giver, mount Govardhan ?
It is Govardhan that gives us green grass for grazing
It is Govardhan that gives us verdant fields for cultivating
It is Govardhan that is worthy of our gratitude
It is Govardhan to whom we must pay tribute





