Sahaja I Kāṇcana Kānti Kalebara Hera Ite Jaga Jana Mano Mohaniyā
Beloyāra-rāga
His form is splendid like gold. Gazing at Him the world’s people find their hearts enchanted. How many millions of Kāmadevas does He enchant? His splendid garments defeat the rising sun.
His heart is overcome with the ecstatic love Śrī Rādha’ feels. Slowely he walks. He stumbles and falls to the ground. He trembles and perspires. The hairs of His body stand erect. Loudly He roars.
He staggers as He walks. He cannot keep still. Like two clouds His eyes shower a monsoon of tears. He is drowning in an nectar ocean of ecstatic spiritual love. He cannot swim to the shore. He hugs the fallen sinners. He sprinkles them with His tears.
How many times does He call out “Hari! Hari!¢ and weep? Day and night He is wild with ecstatic love. Hearing Him chant “Hari! Hari!” the whole world is delivered. Only fallen Balarāma dāsa is not delivered. Only he is cheated.