Offer a deepak to Lord Damodar this Kartik

नमामीश्वरं सच्चिदानन्दरूपं
लसत्कुण्डलं गोकुले भ्राजमानम् ।
यशोदाभियोलूखलाद्धावमानं
परामृष्टमत्यन्ततो द्रुत्य गोप्या ॥१॥

I bow to the Supreme Lord, whose form is eternal knowledge and bliss, whose earrings swing as He shines in Gokul; who ran from the grinding mortar in fear of mother Yashoda and was caught by her from behind.

रुदन्तं मुहुर्नेत्रयुग्मं मृजन्तं
कराम्भोजयुग्मेन सातङ्कनेत्रम् ।
मुहुःश्वासकम्पत्रिरेखाङ्ककण्ठ-
स्थितग्रैवं दामोदरं भक्तिबद्धम् ॥२॥

Crying, He rubs His frightened eyes again and again with His lotus hands; His breath comes fast and the necklace on His three-lined throat trembles. I bow to Damodar, bound by His devotee's love.

इतीदृक्स्वलीलाभिरानन्दकुण्डे
स्वघोषं निमज्जन्तमाख्यापयन्तम् ।
तदीयेशितज्ञेषु भक्तैर्जितत्वं
पुनः प्रेमतस्तं शतावृत्ति वन्दे ॥३॥

With such childhood pastimes He drowns the people of Gokul in pools of joy, and shows that He is won over by loving devotees, not by those who know Him only in awe. With love I bow to Him again, hundreds of times.

वरं देव मोक्षं न मोक्षावधिं वा
न चान्यं वृणेऽहं वरेशादपीह ।
इदं ते वपुर्नाथ गोपालबालं
सदा मे मनस्याविरास्तां किमन्यैः ॥४॥

O Lord, giver of every boon, I do not ask for liberation, nor the highest heaven, nor anything else. Only let this form of Yours, the child Gopala, always shine in my heart. What would I do with other boons?

इदं ते मुखाम्भोजमत्यन्तनीलैर्
वृतं कुन्तलैः स्निग्धरक्तैश्च गोप्या ।
मुहुश्चुम्बितं बिम्बरक्ताधरं मे
मनस्याविरास्तामलं लक्षलाभैः ॥५॥

Your lotus face, framed by soft dark curls, kissed again and again by mother Yashoda, Your lips red as the bimba fruit: may this vision always live in my mind. A hundred thousand other gains are nothing to me.

नमो देव दामोदरानन्त विष्णो
प्रसीद प्रभो दुःखजालाब्धिमग्नम् ।
कृपादृष्टिवृष्ट्यातिदीनं बतानु
गृहाणेश मामज्ञमेध्यक्षिदृश्यः ॥६॥

Salutations to You, O Lord Damodar, O Ananta, O Vishnu! Be pleased with me; I am drowning in an ocean of sorrows. Shower Your merciful glance on this helpless, ignorant one, accept me and appear before my eyes.

कुबेरात्मजौ बद्धमूर्त्यैव यद्वत्
त्वया मोचितौ भक्तिभाजौ कृतौ च ।
तथा प्रेमभक्तिं स्वकां मे प्रयच्छ
न मोक्षे ग्रहो मेऽस्ति दामोदरेह ॥७॥

Just as, while bound to the mortar, You freed Kubera's two sons and blessed them with devotion, please give me Your own loving devotion. O Damodar, I have no longing for liberation.

नमस्तेऽस्तु दाम्ने स्फुरद्दीप्तिधाम्ने
त्वदीयोदरायाथ विश्वस्य धाम्ने ।
नमो राधिकायै त्वदीयप्रियायै
नमोऽनन्तलीलाय देवाय तुभ्यम् ॥८॥

Salutations to the shining rope that bound You, and to Your belly, the resting place of the whole universe. Salutations to Shri Radhika, Your most beloved, and to You, O Lord of endless pastimes.