Emana Nitā I Kothā O Dekhi Nā I

I have never seen anyone like Nitāi. Wearing the garments of an avadhūta, He gives to the people the holy names of Lord Kṛṣṇa. O my brothers, He laughs, weeps, and dances.

He enjoys pastimes with Advaita Acārya. Peacefulness is no longer present in His body. His body is overcome with ecstatic love for Lord Gaura. Staggering and staggering, He walks. Raising His arms, He calls out, "Hari!" Tears flow from Lord Nitāi's eyes.

Tilaka gracefully adorns His forehead. His curly hair moves to and fro. He wears a crown of guñjā. His waist defeats the lion's waist. Blue garments are tied about His waist. On His reddish feet anklets jangle.

Who can describe the glories of Lord Nitāi? When He sees the conditioned souls, He becomes filled with compassion. Giving them the holy names of Lord Hari, He has delivered all the worlds. Only persons bound by the ropes of material sense pleasures and blinded by lusty desires have no power to worship Lord Nitāi.