Hā Hā Morā Gaura Kiśora
O Gaura-kiśora, O thief of my heart, when will You mercifully let me see in You in Godruma forest?
In Ananda-sukha-kuñja You will dance, Your complexion like gold, Your hair gracefully curly, You garments glorious, and Gadādhara at Your left.
As I watch, You will manifest the effulgent forms of Śrī Śrī Rādhā and Kṛṣṇa. Charming flower garlands on Your necks, You will dance in the company of Your gopī friends.
Merciful Anaṅga-mañjarī will take the hand of this maidservant and place her before the divine couple. Filling my eyes, I will gaze at the sweetness of the divine couple.