Vimala Hema Jini Tanu Anupama Re
vimala hema jini tanu anupāma
re tāhe śobhe nānā phula-dāma
kadamba keśara jini ekati pulaka
re tara mājhe bindu bindu ghāma
His peerless form defeats the purest gold and is decorated with a wealth of many kinds of flowers. The hairs on that form, standing erect and interspersed with drops of perspiration, defeat the beauty of the filaments of the kadamba flower.
calite nā pāre gorā- cānda gosāñi
re balite nā pāre ādha bola
bhāve avaśa ha-iyā hari hari
bolāiyā ācaṇḍāle dhari dei kola
That Lord Gauracanda has lost the power to walk properly. He is even unable to speak more than half words. Overcome with ecstatic love and chanting, "Hari! Hari!" He embraces everyone, down to the lowly candala, in His arms.
gamana manthara-gati jini maya-matta
hātī bhāvāveśe ḍhuli ḍhuli jāya
aruṇa vasana-chabi jini prabhātera
ravi gorā aṅge laharī khelāya
Overcome with ecstatic love, His staggering gait defeats the walking of intoxicated elephants. Clothed in saffron garments surpassing the beauty of the rising sun, the movement of His golden limbs resembles the dancing of waves.
e hena sampada kāle gorā nā bhajiluñ
hele tuyā pade nā kariluñ āśa
śrī-kṛṣṇa-caitanya ṭhākura
śrī-nityānanda guṇa gāya vṛndāvana dāsa
Alas! At that blissfully fortunate time I did not worship Gaura. I did not yearn to attain His feet. Lamenting in this way, Vrndavan Das sings the glories of Sri Krsna Caitanya and Thakur Sri Nityananda.
Translation
His peerless form defeats the purest gold and is decorated with a wealth of many kinds of flowers. The hairs on that form, standing erect and interspersed with drops of perspiration, defeat the beauty of the filaments of the kadamba flower.
That Lord Gauracanda has lost the power to walk properly. He is even unable to speak more than half words. Overcome with ecstatic love and chanting, "Hari! Hari!" He embraces everyone, down to the lowly candala, in His arms.
Overcome with ecstatic love, His staggering gait defeats the walking of intoxicated elephants. Clothed in saffron garments surpassing the beauty of the rising sun, the movement of His golden limbs resembles the dancing of waves.
Alas! At that blissfully fortunate time I did not worship Gaura. I did not yearn to attain His feet. Lamenting in this way, Vrndavan Das sings the glories of Sri Krsna Caitanya and Thakur Sri Nityananda.
Notes
This song was featured in Visvanatha Cakravarti Thakura's compilation, Sri Ksanada Gita Cintamani, Ekadasa Ksanada Krsna Ekadasi (the 11 th night, eleventh night of the dark portion of the month), as the first song. This is to be sung in Raga Dhanasi.