Bhubana Ananda Kanda Balarama Nityananda

bhubana-ānanda-kanda balarāma nityānanda abatīrṇa haila kali-kāle ghucila sakala dukha dekhiyā o cānda-mukha bhāse loka ānanda-hillole

Lord Balarāma-Nityānada, who is the root of the world’s bliss, in the age of Kali descended to the earth and destroyed all suffering. Gazing at His moonlike face, the people of this world float in waves of bliss.

jaya jaya nityānanda rāma kanaka-campaka pāti aṅgule cāndera pānti rūpe jitala koṭi kāma

Glory, glory to Lord Nityānanda-Rāma! His complexion defeats a host of golden campaka flowers. His fingernails and toenails defeat a host of moons. His handsome form defeats millions of Kāmadevas.

o mukha-maṇḍala dekhi pūrṇa-candra kise lekhi dīghala nayāna bhāṅa dhanu ājānu-labhita-bhuja- tala thala-paṅkaja koṭi kṣīṇa kari ari janu

How can I write that the circle of Lord Nityānanda’s face is like a mere full-moon, that His long eyes and eyebrows are like a mere archer’s bow, or that His arms reaching to His knees are like mere sthala lotus flowers? Even millions of moons, bows, and lotus flowers become weak and petty when compared to Lord Nityānanda.

caraṇa-kamala-tale bhakata bhramara bule ādha bāṇī amiñā prakāśa itthaṁ kali-yuge jībe uddhāra ha-ila sabe kahe dīna duḥkhī kṛṣṇa-dāsa

The devotees have become bumblebees at the lotus flower of Lord Nityānanda’s feet. Lord Nityānanda’s half-spoken words are like glorious nectar. Lord Nityānanda delivers all the fallen souls in the age of Kali. Thus speaks poor sad Kṛṣṇa dāsa.