Pulake Carita Gāya Sukhe Gaḍāgaḍi Yāya
Śrī-rāga
Please gaze, O, at Caitanya-avatāra. As He sings, the hairs of His body stand erect. Overcome with ecstasy, He rolls on the ground. He is Lord Kṛṣṇa, the king of Vaikuṅṭha. To this world descending in the form of a brāhmaṅa, He enjoys pastimes of saṅkīrtana.
His form is graceful and glorious. His complexion defeats gold. His long arms reach to His knees. Manifesting the form of a sannyāsī, He is overcome by tasting the nectar of love for a person who is actually Himself. How does He dance in such ecstasy? I do not know.
O Śrī Gaurasundara, O ocean of mercy, glory to You! O king of Vṛndāvana, glory to You! O king of Navadvīpa, please give the shade of Your lotus feet to this wicked Vṛndāvana dāsa.