Śacī Ṭhākurāṇī Cāru Chānde
Tuḍī-rāga
Śacī Ṭhākurāṇī gracefully ties Gauracandra's topknot.
Gently gently smiling, Śacī says: "Hold my finger."
Hearing these words, He who is the moon of Nadīyā happily smiles and grasps His mother's finger.
Slowly slowly she stands Him up. Taking two or four steps, He begins to walk.
Letting go of her finger, He falls to the ground. Śacī places Him in her lap and kisses His face.
Standing in her lap, He moves His feet. The anklets on His reddish feet jingle.
First stroking with His finger, He drinks from her breast. I cannot speak any metaphors or similes to describe how glorious He is.
From the four directions everyone gazes at Him. Narahari worships Him.