Nācata Gauracandra Naṭa Bhūpa

Lord Gauracandra, the king of dancers, dances. His graceful form delights the hearts of all the worlds. He breaks into pieces the pride of millions of Kāmadevas.

Overcome with ecstatic spiritual love, He roars. He is wonderfully splendid and gloroous. The earth now holds up His auspicious feet. His long arms are graceful.

The smile on His lips is sweet and graceful. His glorious face defeats the autumn moon. His red-lotus-petal eyes are restless. How much nectar of ecstatic spiritual love shines in them?

The devotees sing newer and newer sweet songs, songs that rob the Kinnaras of their pride. The ocean of ecstatic spiritual love now floods all the worlds. Everyone floats in that ocean. Only wicked-hearted Narahari does not float. That ocean never touched him. It stayed far away.