Āju Pūrṇimā Sāja Samaye Rāhu Śaśī Garāsi

Now it is the full-moon. Rāhu swallows the moon. The moon of Lord Gaura rises. Now all sufferings are destroyed.

The devotees’ hearts blossom with bliss. No one is peaceful. Lord Advaita approaches. He is wild with bliss.

Saintly Lord Advaita roars. During the eclipse on the Gaṅgā's banks He enjoys pastimes with His companions.

All of Nadīyā's towns are filled with auspicious sounds. No one can identify anyone else in the darkness of night.

Jagannātha Miśra's house is filled with beauty splendor opulence and bliss. Leaving their own homes everyone goes there.

The instrumental music is sweet. The musicians are all wild with bliss. How many glorious songs do the expert singers sing?

The dancers dance. “Thai tāthai!” the rhythms declare. The poets recite graceful words describing His pure glories.

Giving proper charity Jagannātha Miśra satisfies the beggars’ hearts. Ghanaśyāma gazes at the peerless infant an infant fair like new butter.