Aruna Basane Bibidha Bhusane

aruṇa basane bibidha bhūṣaṇe śire pāga naṭa-paṭiyā caudike heri bāhu-yuga tuli nāce hari bala baliyā

Wearing saffron garments, many ornaments, and a colorful turban, and glancing in the four directions, Lord Nityānanda raises His arms, dances, and chants, "Haribol!"

nitā-i raṅgiyā nāce aruṇa nayane o caṇda badane kata nā mādhurī āche

Lord Nityānanda gracefully dances. His eyes are reddish. His face is like the moon. Is He not filled with sweetness?

calana sundara matta karibara nūpura jhaṅkṛta kariyā bhābe abaśa nāhi diga pāśa gaura bali huṅkāriyā

He moves gracefully like a wild elephant. His anklets jangle. He is overcome with ecstasy. The four directions are not steady for Him. He makes a great roaring sound of “Gaura!"

yateka bhakata dharaṇī luṭhata heri o cānda-bayāniyā bāsudeba ghoṣa e rase bañcita māga prema-rasa dāniyā

He rolls on the ground. The devotees surround Him and gaze at His moonlike face. Cheating of being able to taste the nectar of ecstatic spiritual love, Vāsudeva Ghoṣa begs: Please give me some of the nectar of pure spiritual love.