Preme Matta Mahā Balī Cale Nitā I Diga Dali

Wild with ecstatic love, the powerful Lord walks from one place to another. The earth has no power to bear the weight of His steps. His bending limbs are graceful. He walks very slowly. The graceful motions of a drunken elephant are worthless like ashes compared to His gracefulness.

The hairs of His body standing erect in ecstasy, He has become like a golden kadamba tree. Flooding rivers of tears flow from His two eyes. Singing of Lord Gaura's glories, He dances. He calls out, "O brothers! O brothers!"

Slapping His arms, He makes a great sound. His roar rips apart the lions' pride. Hearing His roar, the blasphemers feel their hearts break. A staff is at His side. A red lotus is in His hand. He bears all the marks the the great hero Balarāma.

For the fallen He the only friend. For the poor and destitute He is an ocean of jewels. For the blind He is the eyes' power to see. Not looking for any other master, most fallen Gupta dāsa follows Him.