aruṇa vasane, sonara sūraja
udiche kena re āja
vasanta suṣamā, ujāri āpanā
ḍhāle kena jaga-mājha
On this day, why has the Golden Sun (Śrī Gaurāṅga) arisen wearing red cloth? Why has He descended to the earth in the middle of Spring when everything seems so beautiful and amazing?
taru gulma-latā, apūrva baratā
bahe kena phale phule
bhṛṅga o vihaṅge, kena hena raṅge
saṅgita taraṅga tule
Why are all the trees, shrubs and creepers full of fruits and flowers? Why do the birds and bees sing their songs with such bliss?
patita durjana, kena re garjana
ullāse phāṭiya paḍe
vidyā kula dhana, abhimānī jana
kena mlāna duḥkha bhare
Why are the most fallen and wicked people now effulgent and full of happiness? Why have those with great knowledge, noble birth, material wealth and great pride become so unfortunate?
ākāśa vātāsa, ghucāiya trāsa
āśvāse bhāsāye deya
sādhu-jana mana, sukha vitaraṇa
āveśe unmāda haya
A heavenly wind has dispelled all worries and has brought inspiration, and the sādhus have become mad with a bliss that is spreading everywhere.
caudikete dhvani, ki apūrva śuni
hare kṛṣṇa rāma, nāma divya-dhāma
hari hari hari bala
Never before has such a sound been heard – from all directions, a thousand voices chanting the Names of Hare, Kṛṣṇa and Rāma! Everywhere becomes the divine abode of the Holy Name. Hari Hari Haribolo!!!
phālgunī pūrṇimā, hindola raṅgimā
saṅkīrtana sane, marama gahane
nā jāni ki bhāva jāge
During the full Moon of the month of Phālguṇa, on the colourful day of the swing festival, the devotees worship the Lord with love. No one can comprehend the feelings and sustenance that awakens within the heart from this saṅkīrtana.
sandhyā samāgama, tapana magana
kena hema ghana kole
aparūpa kata, pūrava parvata
suvarṇa candramā bhāle
As twilight nears, the warm sun sets; but why is His golden hue embraced by a dark cloud? That indescribably beautiful Golden Moon has arisen, illuminating the eastern mountains.
suvarṇa candramā, paśiche nilimā
se nīla bilīna heme
ithe kiba bhāya, sādhu-jana gaya
kalaṅka nā rahe preme
The Golden Moon covers the dark blue sky, and its darkness disappears into gold. At that moment the sādhus sing that divine love has descended and no contamination can remain.
mahājane bale, grahaṇera chale
saṅge nāma saṅkīrtana
gaura-candrodaya, pāpa rāhu kṣaya
The mahājanas have explained that this eclipse is simply a ruse to make everyone chant the Holy Name in saṅkīrtana. When Gauracandra descended, the sins of Rāhu were destroyed and the moon was filled with the wealth of illustrious love for Kṛṣṇa.
marmmajña sakale, kahe kutūhale
nīlimā bilīna cāṅde
channa-avatāra, lukāna kāhāra
Those that understand the essence of all things become ecstatic when He who is Dark Blue (Kṛṣṇa) hides within the Golden Moon (Gaurāṅga). He is the hidden avatāra who hides Himself under the moon of the effulgent beauty of the love of Śrī Rādhā.
ithe hena stuti, rādhā-bhāva-dyuti
udila gaurāṅga, nāma-prema saṅga
jaya jaya gorā gāo
This prayer is to the beautiful Lord Śyāma, who now has the heart and halo of Śrī Rādhā. Gaurāṅga has descended and brought nāma-prema (love for the Holy Name). Continuously chant, “Jaya Jaya Gaura!”