Janmastami was coming and there had to be a new dress for Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
The seamstress got an idea how to get it made
There is a tailor in Vrndavan; she'd call a friend in New Delhi
She went to his shop plans in hand but as the tailor rose, he heard what she was asking and looked down his nose
He said, “You can't have it your way! You won't spend enough! You can't have it your way, you pip squeak, and you're too small time!”
All sumanas leis today Giridhari's wraps round his ankle, Gandharvika's features a knee tickler while Mahaprabhu's has five colors and comes to his knee.
Spinning along bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa I cross into the southland since it's easier to take the right than make a left to Mahamuni's post box. Through the village and past the wharf the toffee nose returns. Sufferers. Joggers and pedalerss are traveling the opal cliff. The redone road leads on to the natasala which has another show this evening. The gecko is there and we pass the school and sneak through the triangle. Once on the other side we time it right to make all the lights as they are green so we don't have to stop. At the whaler's the light goes red and one of the folks pulls up beside us asks if we need a ride. We look at each other and laugh and take the pedaler's ramp to the big road. As the long and winding one comes into view I take leave of the gecko and offer my respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and slide in under the tag of the sandhya. The folk that met the gecko and I at the light now pulls up. “How did I get back first?” I ask. The folk is confused so I just run in to offer aratri.
Where the Ganges doesn't flow is called the Radhadesa this dress offered on Radhastami is heavenly cloud blue, or you might say baby blue. After the day time pastimes Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dress for their night pastimes in this dress to be ready for Tuesday, who's color is usually blue.