Baḍa I Dayāla Āmāra Nityānanda Rāya Re

My Nityānanda Rāya is very merciful, O! He is the Lord of the poor. Going from house to house, He begs everyone to accept His gift of ecstatic spiritual love, O! He delivers the suffering blind souls.

Swaying to and fro, He walks, overcome with ecstatic spiritual love, O! He is wild like a man drunk from wine. Moment after moment He weeps. Moment after moment He laughs, O! He falls unconscious, overcome with ecstatic spiritual love for His brother.

He is an ocean of mercy. He is the friend of the poor. Nitāi is merciful, O! He is the shelter of they who have no shelter. He is the giver of ecstatic spiritual love. Day and night Ananta dāsa’s heart prays, O, to Lord Nitāi’s reddish lotus feet.