Dekhata Bekata Gaura Adabhuta

Look at Lord Gaura, wonderful and glorious on the Gaṅgā's bank. His form is like gold. His garments defeat the sun. He is handsome and saintly and wise.

Remembering and remembering Lord Kṛṣṇa's Vraja pastimes and glories, He cannot remain peaceful. Like kadamba filaments, the hairs of His body stand erect. A river of tears flows from His eyes.

Without stop tasting the nectar of the devotees' songs, He has become wild with bliss. His conchshell neck sways to and fro. Hearing these songs, He begins to dance. The hairs of His body stand erect. He calls out, "Haribol!"

O master of the demigods! O dear master of the devotees! O purifier of the fallen! O Lord who descended to this world! Please take Rāmānanda to the farther shore of this ocean of birth and death, Rāmānanda who is terrified of the black snake of Kali-yuga.