jIvera bhAgye avanI AilA gaurahari/
bhuvanamohana rUpa sonAra putali//
harinAmAmRta diyA karilA cetana/
kaliyuge chila yata jIva acetana//
nityAnanda advaita AcArya gadAdhara/
sakala bhakata mAjhe sAje pahu bara//
khola karatAla mandirA ghana rola/
bhAvera Aveze gorA bale hari bola//
bhuja tuli nAce pahu zacira nandana/
rAmAi sundara nAce zrIraghunandana//
zrInivAsa haridAsa Ara vakrezvara/
dvija haridAsa nAce paNDita sankara//
jaya jaya jaya dhvani jagate prakAza/
Anande magana bhela vRNdAvanadAsa//
To the great fortune of the people, Gaura hari to world has come,
revealing his world-enchanting beauty like an idol made of gold.
With the nectar-tonic of Hari's names he has revived,
the sleeping souls of the turbid kali age.
The most excellent and illustrious lord, in the company
of Nityananda, the preceptor Advaita and Gadadhara,
shines resplendant in the midst of his devoted train.
The khol and the karatalas and booming mandiras resound,
and Gora, in his ecstatic trance cries, " Hari bol!" to all.
With arms uplifted dances the lord, son of Saci,
and so dances Ramai sundara and Raghunandana too;
Srinivas and Haridas and the scholar Vakresvara,
and Dvija Hari das dances and the scholar Sankara.
Hail, all hail and yet again all hail; the world is filled
with exultant cries of triumph, and Vrndavana das
becomes deeply immersed in rapturous delight.