
Som Stotram
Shri Soma Stotram I bow to the radiant Moon divine,Clad in robes of silver shine.With fragrant garlands pure and bright,He

Shri Soma Stotram I bow to the radiant Moon divine,Clad in robes of silver shine.With fragrant garlands pure and bright,He

Blessed is sacred Vraja’s landSince the day You were born, O Krishna divine.Fortune herself forever dwells here,Yet our restless hearts