Koṭi Manamatha Garabha Bhara Hara Parama Sughara Nitā I Haladhara

Lord Balarāma has nowe become glorious lord Nitāi, Lord Nitāi who robs many millions of Kāmadevas of all their pride. He rides in a palanquin. He shines with great splendor. How many glorious gasrments dopes He wear for His wedding? Many ornaments glisten on His body. His eyes are graceful playful lotus flowers. His smile is gentle. He is graceful and glorous.

Drinking the nectar of the sight of his glorious form, the brāhmaṇas become wild with bliss. “Jaya! Jaya!”, tbey chant. With joyful hearts the poets recite poems describing the Lord’s pure and splendid glories. Men and women run from their homes. They bow down before Lord Nitāi’s feet. With unblinking eyes they gaze at Lord Nitāi. Now they float in the nectar of bliss.

Singers sing songsa with graceful rhythms and melodies, sweet songs that charm the heart. Beating out the rhythms, “Thaitā thai thai nini ni na!”, how many dances do the dancers dance? Many musical instruments sound. “Thoṅkṛ na na na na thunga thuṅkāta dhodhilaṅga dhiki dhiki ninā!”, they declare. Never have there been such graceful rhythms.

Numberless lamps light the night, make it glisten like day. Sweet sounds are everywhere. Traveling on the pathways, the people are splendid and glorious. Unseen, the demigods watch from the sky. They shower a sweet rain of flowers. The master of Narahari dāsa enjoys peerless pastimes, pastimes that charm the peoples’ hearts.