Dekhata Bekata Gauracandra Bedhala Bhakata Nakhata Brnda

dekhata bekata gauracandra beḍhala bhakata-nakhata-bṛnda akhila bhubana ujora-kārī kunda-kanaka kāntiyā

Look at Lord Gaura. He glistens like a moon surrounded by the stars of the devotees a moon glorious like jasmine flowers and gold a moon that fills all the worlds with light.

agati patita kumuda-bandhu heri uchala rasika sindhu hṛdaya-kuhara-timira-hārī udita dinahuṁ rātiyā

The moon of Lord Gaura is the friend of the lotus flowers that are the fallen sinners who dare not hope for a good future. The moon of Lord Gaura brings great tidal waves to the ocean of the rasika devotees who taste the nectar of transcendental mellows. The moon of Lord Gaura removes the darkness that fills the cave of the heart. The moon of Lord Gaura shines day and night.

sahaje sundara madhura deha ānande ānande nā bandhe theha ḍhuli ḍhuli calata khalata matta-kari-bara-bhātiyā

Lord Gaura's form is naturally handsome and charming. Filled with bliss after bliss He cannot remain peaceful. Overcome with ecstasy He staggers as He walks gloriously staggers like an intoxicated elephant.

laṭana ghaṭana bhaigela bhora mukunda mādhaba gobinda bola rom3yata hasata dharaṇī khasita śohata pulaka pāntiyā

Overcome with ecstasy He calls out "Mukunda! Mādhava! Govinda!" He weeps. He laughs. He falls to the ground. The hairs of His body stand erect. He is glorious.

mahimā mahimā ko kahu ora nija-para dhari karaye kora prema amiyā harakhi barakhi tarakhita mahī mātiyā

His glories are the best of glories. Who will say where His glories end? Both friends and outsiders He hugs holding them in His arms. Showering a monsoon of the nectar of ecstatic spiritual love He makes this thirsty world wild with bliss.

yo rase uttama adhama bhāṣa bañcita ekali gobinda dāsa ko jāne ki khaṇe kona gaḍhala kāṭha kaṭhina chātiyā

Exalted saints and fallen sinners alike float in that flood of nectar. Only Govinda dāsa does not float there. Only he is cheated of that nectar. When will Govinda dāsa be soaked by that nectar? Who knows? Alas the wooden umbrella of Govinda dāsa's hard heart keeps him always dry.