Āre Mora Nācata Gaura Kiśora

Ah!! My Lord Gaura-kiśora dances! Defeating the splendor of gold, His glorious form fills the ten directions with light.

Defeating the autumn moon, His graceful rocana-tilaka-decorated forehead glistens with splendor. Is the curly black hair on His head, hair tossed to and fro, actually a swarm of black bees around a yellow lotus flower?

His nose is a sesame flower. His lips are bimba fruits. He covered with drop after drop of perspiration. Defeating the new red lotus flowers, His eyes are the source of flooding rivers of tears, rivers that flow without stop.

Surrounded by His companion s, in the kīrtana He sinsg the glories of a person who is actually His own self. The kholas and karatālas play. Now the sinners’ sins are broken into pieces.

Now the earth is filled with wonder. Śacī’s son, who purifies the fallen, has now descended to this world. Now all the fools and fallen sinners, including even Rāmānanda dāsa, Lord Gaura has carried to the farther shore of the ocean of repeated births and deaths.