Jaya Jaga Tāraṇa Kāraṇa Dhāma
Beloyāra-rāga
Glory, glory to the deliverer of the worlds, tha cause of all causes, the root of all bliss, the master who bears the name Nityānanda!
His tear-filled eyes close sleepily. His movements are agitated. It is as if He is intoxicated. Again and again He calls out, "Friend Abhirāma!" Overcome with love for Lord Gaura, He now has no power even to move.
In a choked voice He speaks sweet broken syllables. His words are sweet like nectar. His cheeks blossom in sweet sweet smiles and laughter. He breaks the blasphemers into pieces. He graceful arms are decorated with golden ornaments. He holds a staff.
Seeing the moving moving and unmoving beings burning in the grip of the snake of Kali-yuga, He showers the nectar of spiritual love on all the worlds. Govinda dāsa asks: Whom should I spurn and whom should I accept?