Jaya Jaya Sītā Pati Pahuṁ Mora

Glory, glory to Lord Advaita, Sītā’s husband. He is my master. His glorious form defeats the golden mountain.

Tasting the nectar fop love for Lord Gaura, He is wild with bliss, bliss without stop. The hairs always stand in ecstasy on His effulgent glorious form.

He is overcome with ecstatic spiritual love. His body is always restless. From His eyes flow tears like a flooding celestial Gaṅgā.

He sweetly smiles. Overcome with ecstasy, He speaks broken words in a choked voice. What ecstasy does He feel as He chants the holy names? Now one has the power to know His heart.

Seeing the poor fallen people, He hugs them in his arms.

He gives to everyone a peerless jewel. Only to Ghanaśyāma dasa He did not give that jewel. Only Ghanaśyāma dāsa, because of his past evil deeds, was cheated of that jewel.