Ābeśe Abaśa Aṅga Dhīre Dhīre Cale

His limbs overcome with ecstasy, He slowly slowly walked. Overcome with ecstasy, His eyes did not open.

Hearing the wonderful narrations of the pastimes He enjoyed in ancient times, the Lord rolled on the ground and fell unconscious.

Seeing the fallen conditioned souls, He wept. He would not be still. How many hundreds of flooding rivers of tears flowed from His eyes?

Tasting the nectar of ecstatic love, He danced. His glories made stones and wood melt with ecstasy.

He raised His garceful arms, arms decorated with pores bearing hairs erect in ecstasy. He chanted "Hari! Hari!" He fell and rolled on the ground.

In their hearts the saintly ladies wept. Tears fell from their eyes. Even the forest birds and beasts wept and wept.

Even though He was a householder living at home, He had turned away from ordinary household happiness. Balarāma dāsa also has turned his face away from the so-called nectar of any kind of material happiness.