Lyrics
vimala hema jini tanu anupāma re tāhe śobhe nānā phula-dāma kadamba keśara jini ekati pulaka re tara mājhe bindu bindu ghāma
calite nā pāre gorā- cānda gosāñi re balite nā pāre ādha bola bhāve avaśa ha-iyā hari hari bolāiyā ācaṇḍāle dhari dei kola
gamana manthara-gati jini maya-matta hātī bhāvāveśe ḍhuli ḍhuli jāya aruṇa vasana-chabi jini prabhātera ravi gorā ańge laharī khelāya
e hena sampada kāle gorā nā bhajiluñ hele tuyā pade nā kariluñ āśa śrī-kṛṣṇa-caitanya ṭhākura śrī-nityānanda guṇa gāya vṛndāvana dāsa
Translation
His peerless form defeats the purest gold and is decorated with a wealth of many kinds of flowers. The hairs on that form, standing erect and interspersed with drops of perspiration, defeat the beauty of the filaments of the kadamba flower.
That Lord Gauracanda has lost the power to walk properly. He is even unable to speak more than half words. Overcome with ecstatic love and chanting, “Hari! Hari!” He embraces everyone, down to the lowly candala, in His arms.
Overcome with ecstatic love, His staggering gait defeats the walking of intoxicated elephants. Clothed in saffron garments surpassing the beauty of the rising sun, the movement of His golden limbs resembles the dancing of waves.
Alas! At that blissfully fortunate time I did not worship Gaura. I did not yearn to attain His feet. Lamenting in this way, Vrindavana Dasa sings the glories of Sri Krishna Caitanya and Thakura Sri Nityananda.