Guess what Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari are wearing today
A posse of colors that had been away
Goes to show that there here to stay
I still think that they're their favorite colors
The aruna hara posse rides again
The crystal beads on Giridhari's chodder and coat make such a musical sound I mean it's topmost
“To see them dressed like this is such a thrill,” exclaimed one our folks from down at the singing cowherd boy's salad bar and grill “their darsana gives me a chill”
The aruna hara posse rides again!
Pedaling away with a rangale of deer escorting me to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to fold my palms. I take a right on the main road and pedal past the clank of the aluminum bat park, the whalers and the post office to meet the gecko. Together we pass the jumping monque and salute the sufferer thakura. Spinning on to Seymour's museum we also see the great blue whale. We head back and view the spinner's church. As we cross the bridge and look down we see a lone mountain man sitting waiting for someone to perform with. We circle the trader's and speed up to the shop where the gecko has to take leave. I take Ms. Gault's way around the treacherous triangle. There are between thirty and fifty sailboats on the bay today. Sufferers change on the opal cliff. The wharf road takes me to the long and winding and the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's branches sway as I bow my head. The kalarupa takes me back up. We get into a curve and I'm blinded by the light of a beast, truth and right and wipe out in the night and loose direction. From the beast I hear someone ask, “Are you alright? Do you need to be driven anywhere?” But I spin my wheels and say, “I can make it”
On this hot September night Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari dress in their Lotus Nails dress and slip out to engage in their night pastimes.