Hori Khelata Gaura Kisora

holi khelata gaura kisora rasabati nari gadadhara kora sveda bindu mukhe pulaka sarira

Youthful Gaura plays Holi in the lap of Gadadhara, the rasavati nari (the maiden full of rasa). Drops of perspiration cover His face, and the hairs of His body stand on end.

bhava bhore galatahi nayane nira vraja rasa gaota narahari sange mukunda murari vasu nacata range

Overcome by bhava, tears flow from His eyes. With Narahari He sings of the rasa of Vraja, while Mukunda, Murari and Vasu dance with delight.

khene khene murchai pandita kora heraite sabacara bhave bhela bhora nikunja mandire pahu kayala vithara

Again and again He faints in the lap of Gadadhara Pandita. Seeing this, all His companions are lost in bhava. Then the Lord lies stretched out in a temple of forest bowers.

bhume pori kahe kaho murali hamara kaha govardhana yamunaka kula kaha malati juthi campaka phula

Falling to the ground He cries, “Where is My flute? Where are Govardhana and the bank of the Yamuna? Where are the malati, juthi and campaka flowers?”

sivananda kahe pabu suni rasa vani jaha pahu gadadhara taha rasa khani

Sivananda says: Hear these words full of rasa. Wherever the Lord and Gadadhara are, there is a mine of rasa.