Nācata Naṭa Bara Gaura Kiśora

Lord Gaura-kiśora, the best of dancers, dances. His graceful new movements make the worlds wild with bliss.

Seeing the peerless splendor of His glistening limbs, How many Kāmadevas are overcome with enchantment?

His large eyes are restless. His forest-garland sways to and fro on His chest.

With their eyes the cakora-bird devotees sip the nectar effulgence of the glistening moon of Lord Gaura.

Sweetly Lord Gaura sings Lord Hari’s holy names. Hearing Him, who will not weep without stop?

The fallen sinners have now become wild by tasting the sweet nectar of ecstatic spiritual love. Alas! Narahari’s hard heart does not melt in the ecstasy of spiritual love.