Verse 1

¹Seeing him come out, like the moon rising, the loveliest thing to look at, dark, dressed in yellow silk, ²with the Srivatsa on his chest and the shining Kaustubha loose at his throat, his four arms broad and long, his eyes red like fresh lotuses, ³always in good cheer, his cheeks beautiful, his smile clean, wearing that lotus face with the fish-shaped earrings flashing at it, ⁴This must be Vasudeva: a man marked with the Srivatsa, four-armed, lotus-eyed, wearing a garland from the woods, very beautiful. ⁵By the signs Narada gave, he can be no one else. He goes on foot and carries no weapon; so I will fight him without weapons.