Nāce Nityānanda Bhubana Ānanda

Lord Nityānanda, the bliss of the worlds, dances. Hearing the glories of Vṛndāvana, He raises His arms. “Hari!", He thunders like a raincloud. His graceful movements are charming.

His words are graceful and sweet. Seeing Gadādhara, Mādhava, Garīdāsa, Mukunda and Śrīvāsa, and aware that a good opportunity has now come, He begins to sing.

Lord Nityānandacandra dances. Overcome with ecstatic spiritual love, He speaks broken words in a choked voice. Grasping Gadādhara's hand, He walks with half steps.

His face is like the moon. Again and again He laughs. His eyes are graceful and reddish. A flower garland swings to and fro on His chest. His companions are filled with bliss.

Anklets jangle at His reddish feet. His bliss has no end. Śrīnivāsa's son, Gīta-govinda dāsa, is now overcome with bliss in his heart.