Nācaye Adwaita Prema Rāśi
Dhānaśī-rāga
Filled with spiritual love, Lord Advaita dances. Rapt in chanting Lord Gaura’s glories, He does not know if it is day or night.
How much joy does He feel as He chants, “Gaura! Gaura!”? How many thousands and millions of mouths does He pray to attain, so He can properly chant Lord Gaura’s glories?
He beats His chest and chants, “Gaura!” Seeing no way to escape, Kali-yuga trembles in fear.
What ecstasy fills His heart as Lord Advaita chants Lord Gaura’s holy names? The hairs of His body stand erect. He sways to and fro.
Have His companions not also become wild by tasting the nectar of spiritual love? How many of Lord Gauracandra’s pastimes do they praise in song?
Hearing the kholas and karatālas, even the ladies weep in ecstasy.
Lord Advaita’s glories fill the worlds. Now the poor, the fallen, the fools, and the sinners all float in the nectar of ecstatic spiritual love.
How can anyone turn away from the feet of merciful Lord Advaita, Lord Advaita who is Narahari dāsa’s very life?