Mahaprabhorastaka

"O Svarupa, may this one become yours" — saying so in a smiling, affectionate voice, making Raghunatha's body thrill with joy, privately teaching him himself the secret seal of his own love — may that Lord Gauracandra shine long within my heart.

"O Svarupa, how did Rupa come to know the wound of my heart, that he has written it down, letter by letter, on a palm leaf, for even you to read?" — saying this, quivering with love, transformed at once by that emotion — may that Lord Gauracandra shine long within my heart.

"O Svarupa, this one here, harboring the wish to give up all his fine possessions, unknown even to you" — gazing on as Sanatana rose up, his face full of great astonishment — may that Lord Gauracandra shine long within my heart.

"O Svarupa, of what use was it that I proclaimed the holy name to the world, if I could not even teach this son of Sivananda to recite it?" — saying this, by the touch of his own feet he turned this child into a poet — may that Lord Gauracandra shine long within my heart.

"O Svarupa, tell of the ways of rasa among the lotus-eyed ones in Vraja, born of deep love and jealous pique — my two ears long for it; and whatever the sulking beloved does even now, let me see that too" — may that Lord Gauracandra shine long within my heart.

"O Svarupa, you are a very temple of rasa, the very seat of my joy; here in Purusottama you are to me just what the land of Vraja itself would be" — saying this, and by his own embrace making him thrill with joy — may that Lord Gauracandra shine long within my heart.

"O Svarupa, what was seen, and where, in the dream last night? Tell me, master — was it that fresh youth, dark as a fine raincloud? What did he do — is he still to be seen, or not?" — falling into just that anxious state — may that Lord Gauracandra shine long within my heart.

"O Svarupa, right before my very eyes Krishna smiles and moves away — will he not take my hand, my friend?" — thus stumbling, running, sighing, forever reeling about — may that Lord Gauracandra shine long within my heart.

This octet of the nectarean, most confidential and wondrous deeds shared between Svarupa and Mahaprabhu — whoever, blessed, recites it every day, him the son of Saci draws into Svarupa's own intimate circle, letting him taste there the dense sweetness of love at his own feet.