The Tamil poet-saint Antal (also Andal or Kothai) here evokes the blessings to his devotees of Lord Krishna – who grew up as a cowherd or govind – all without mentioning him. For more about Antal, see this earlier post.

We bathe in the clear waters
at the break of dawn.
We sing the glories of the supreme lord
who spanned the worlds
and measured them.
Eternal prosperity surely will be ours.

Our land will be free from evil;
three times a month there will be abundant rain;
in flooded fields of tall red paddy
carp will jump and play;
spotted beetles will idly dream
in bright blossoms of water lily;
our pots will overflow with milk
from the heavy udders of our cows,
large, placid, yielding.
Plentiful indeed our gain.

Fulfil, O song of our vow.

Translation Vidya Dehejia