Āre Āre Mora Nitā I Cānda

O! O, my Lord Nitāicānda! Going from house to house, Nitāicānda caught the people in the trap of ecstatic spiritual love.

From the corners of His eyes Lord Nitāi showered cooling glances on the people burning in the fires of material sufferings.

He made a shoreless ocean of mercy flood the land of Gauḍa. Overcome with ecstatic love, He wildly danced.

How many times did He not stumble and stumble as He walked with lotus feet?

He spoke broken words in a choked voice. Flooding rivers of tears flowed from His eyes.

The hairs on His fair body stood erect, hairs like kadamba filaments.

Many different ornaments adorned His limbs. Meeting with the devotees, He sang with great joy.

Hearing that He is very merciful, Kṛṣṇa dāsa falls at His feet and begs for some of His mercy.