Damini Dama Damana Ruci Darasane Dure Ge O Darapaki Dapa

dāminī-dāma-damana ruci daraśane, dūre ge-o darapaki dāpa śoṇa kusuma tāhe, kona gaṇiye re prātara-aruṇa-santāpa

His glory eclipses lightning. It makes the glistening mirror's pride flee far away. Who counts golden flowers glorious in comparison to Him? He makes the reddish dawn burn with envy.

gorā-rūpera yāna balihāri heri sudhākara, mūrachi caraṇa-tale paḍi daśa-nakha-rūpa-dhārī

I approach Lord Gaura's gloriosu form and I surrender everything to Him. I gaze at the nectar moon of His face. I fall at His feet. I grasp His feet glorious with ten toenails.

subaraṇa baraṇa heri nija kubaraṇa jāni āpana mana tāpe nija tanu jwāri bhasama sama kara-ite, paiṭhale ānala santāpe

I gaze at His golden form. Aware of how unworthy I am, I burn with shame. I feel as if my body had burned to ashes, as if I had entered a great fire.

yo sama bidhika adhika nāhi anubhaba, tulanā dibāra nāhi ṭhora jagadānanda kahu pahuṁka tulanā pahuṁ nirupama gaura-kiśora

No one is greater than Him. No one is equal to Him. Jagadānanda says: Only the Lord Himself is the Lord's equal. Lord Gaura-kiśora has no equal.