Dāminī Dāma Damana Ruci Daraśane Dūre Ge O Darapaki Dāpa
Kāmoda-rāga, Kandarpa-tāla
His glory eclipses lightning. It makes the glistening mirror's pride flee far away. Who counts golden flowers glorious in comparison to Him? He makes the reddish dawn burn with envy.
I approach Lord Gaura's gloriosu form and I surrender everything to Him. I gaze at the nectar moon of His face. I fall at His feet. I grasp His feet glorious with ten toenails.
I gaze at His golden form. Aware of how unworthy I am, I burn with shame. I feel as if my body had burned to ashes, as if I had entered a great fire.
No one is greater than Him. No one is equal to Him. Jagadānanda says: Only the Lord Himself is the Lord's equal. Lord Gaura-kiśora has no equal.