Gouranga Sundara Prema Jaladhara

Beautiful Lord Gauranga is like a monsoon cloud of divine love, His body possesses the luster of molten gold. In the town of Nadia, filled with the ecstasy of Hari-prema, He goes along dancing and dancing.

His hands and the soles of His feet are like red lotuses, His face is like a million-petaled moon. From each of His fingernails, always shines forth The light of many, many moons.

The sound of the flute and the veena are defeated By the sweet words from His throat. There, He incessantly sings the Holy Name of Hari, Awakening a thirst for divine love.

In the courtyard of Shrivas Pandita, together with Lord Nityananda, He dances during the congregational chanting of the Holy Name. Going from house to house, delivering the fallen souls, He begs everyone and anyone to accept this divine love.

Traveling throughout the land of Bharata, by the touch of His feet, He purified the very dust of the earth. The dust of those lotus feet is always taken upon the heads Of Lord Shiva and Lord Brahma.

There is no comparison to His divine pastimes—none at all! O Lord Hari, You are the master of all transcendental pastimes. By giving the Holy Name, You delivered all living beings By descending in the land of Nadia.