Soṇāra Baraṇa Gaura Sundara
Kāmoda-rāga
Lord Gaurasundara’s golden body has become white and pale. Is it from cold or fear that He trembles so? He is rapt in thinking of the object of His love.
He speaks not a word. He sighs long sighs. Stunned, He looks like a motionless painted puppet. From His eyes flow tears, tears like the celestial Gaṅgā.
His body is covered with perspiration. How did He get such a fever? Sometimes He sings. Sometimes He weeps. Sometimes He bitterly laments.
Narahari says: My Lord Gaura-Hari is overcome. Raising His arms, He chants, “Hari! Hari!” Who understands what is in His heart?