Dekhare Bhā I Prabala Malla Rūpa Dhārī

O my brother, please look! His form is that of a powerful wrestler. His name is Nitāi. He calls out to His brother-devtoees. I have no power to understand His pastimes.

He is overcome with ecstatic love. Tears stream from His rolling eyes. He does not know one direction from another. He roars like a lion. He thunders like a cloud. He is oblivious, not aware of anyone in the whole world.

His pastimes are nectar. His form is handsome. He enjoys pastimes of joyful dancing. He rips into shreds the folly og Kali-yuga. He sways to and fro as He walks. He is rapt in pastimes of saṅkīrtana.

On His waist He wears garments of many colors. His limbs are anointed with sandal paste. Jñāna dāsa says: Destiny brought Him to the Kali-yuga. That is why this kind of ecstatic bliss is now present in Kali-yuga.