Bhalire Nacere Mora Sacira Dulala

bhalire nacere mora sacira dulala cancala balaka meli suradhuni tire keli hari-bola diya karatala

Bravo! My Gaura, Saci's son, dances! Meeting other playful boys on the Ganga's banks, He plays games of clapping hands and chanting "Haribol!"

kutila kuntala sire badane amiya jhare rupa jini sona sata bana yatana kariya maya dhada para-iche taya kajare ujora dunayana

The hair on His head curls cgracefully. Nectar words come from His mouth. His form defeats the purest gold. Mother Saci carefully dresses Him. She decorates His eyes with black kajjala.

bhuje sobhe tada bala gale mukutara mala kara pada kokanada jini basu kahe mari mari sagare kamana kari hena suta pa-ila saci-rani

Bracelets and armlets glisten on His wrists and arms. A pearls necklace rests on His neck. His hands and feet defeat the red lotus flowers. Vasudeva Ghosa says: I will die. I will die. I will drown myself in the ocean to attain a son like the son Saci Rani attained.