Nīrada Nayāne Naba Ghana Siñcane Pūrala Mukula Abalamba

The flood of tears from His monsoon-cloud eyes are like a necklace of flower-buds. His perspiration is like flower-nectar falling drop by drop. His symptoms of ecstasy are like a blossoming kadamba flower.

I saw Lord Gaura-kiśora the king of dancers. He is like a new-gold kalpa-taru tree effulgent by the Gaṅgā's banks.

His quickly-moving feet are a lotus flower that makes the buzzing bees of the devotees wild with bliss. Attracted by that lotus flower's fragrance the eager demigods and demons run to that place. Day and night they stay near that lotus flower.

Without stop Lord Gaura gives away the jewel of ecstatic spiritual love. He fulfills the desires of everyone. The poor fallen people all take shelter of His feet. Only Govinda dāsa must stay far away. Only he is cheated of Lord Gaura's association.