Bhalire Nacere Mora Sacira Dulala

Bravo! My Gaura, Saci's son, dances! Meeting other playful boys on the Ganga's banks, He plays games of clapping hands and chanting "Haribol!"

The hair on His head curls cgracefully. Nectar words come from His mouth. His form defeats the purest gold. Mother Saci carefully dresses Him. She decorates His eyes with black kajjala.

Bracelets and armlets glisten on His wrists and arms. A pearls necklace rests on His neck. His hands and feet defeat the red lotus flowers. Vasudeva Ghosa says: I will die. I will die. I will drown myself in the ocean to attain a son like the son Saci Rani attained.