Suradhunī Tīre Tīra Māhā Bilasa I

On the Gaṅgā's banks a boy plays with His friends.

Clapping His hands and singing "Hari! Hari!" He who is the best of dancers dances.

Glory to Śacī's son! The three worlds bow down before Him. He is the perfect and complete Supreme lord descended to this world. He fills the worlds with bliss. He breaks into pieces all fears of the cycle of birth and death. He is rapt in pastimes of saṅkīrtana of chanting the holy names.

He is fair like a campaka flower. He trembles in the ecstasy of spiritual love. With great hugs He covers His friends. The hairs of His body stand erect. Tears of ecstatic spiritual love flow from His lotus eyes.

"Bravo! Bravo!" call the grown-up ladies. Boy Gaura is supremely intelligent the crest-jewel of the wise. He is the life of all who live. Alas Govinda dāsa was cheated of tasting the nectar of love for Him. Even at this moment Govinda dāsa has no power to sip with his ears the sweet nectar of these words describing Lord Gaura's pastimes.