Ki Bhābe Bibhora Mora Adwaita Gosāñī Re

Ah! With what kind of ecstasy is my Lord Advaita now overcome? Tears stream from His eyes. Ah! A sweet sweet smile rests on His moonlike face. “Gaura! Gaura!”, He chants.

Ah! Glorious with its hairs standing erect in ecstasy, His peerless form defeats the śirīṣa flowers. Ah! His graceful motions charm the hearts of all the world, motions that make the graceful elephants’ motions seem worthless like a pile of ashes.

Ah! His graceful śikhā flutters in the breeze. A jasmine garland sways to and fro on His neck. Ah! His long arms reach to His knees. He hugs the fallen souls.

Ah! How many times does He again and again beg the people to please accept His gift of the jewel of pure devotional service, a gift even Brahmā finds difficult to attain? Ah! Narahari dāsa did not worship merciful Lord Advaita, That is why Narahari dāsa remains trapped in the blind well of repeated birth and death.