Jaya Jaya Padmābatī Suta Sundara

Glory, glory to Lord Nityānanda. He is Padmāvatī’s son. He is handsome and graceful. He is the king of virtues. He breaks apart the burning sufferings in the eyes of the world’s people. His wonderful form eclipses even kaṇā kāruṇa.

His face robs away the pride of a host of moons. His smile is filled with drops of nectar. His heart is overcome with ecstatic love for Lord Gaura. His newer and newer playful words have no peer.

His eyes are splendid lotus flowers that sway to and fro. His tears are a flooding Gaṅgā. His bodily hairs standing erect are kadamba filaments. Heis graceful and playful and charming. A jewel necklace sways to and fro on His chest.

His garceful gestures defeat the graceful elephants. He delights the heart. His arms are long. He is always restless and unsteady. He hugs the fallen souls. He gives them a great treasure. In all the world only sad Ghanaśyāma dāsa did not receive that gift. Only he was cheated,