Green and purple with silver trim
Filling our seva receptacles to the brim
Be it happy or misery
The center cannot but be Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
Leis of roses and petals with centers that gaze to the stars
Chodders flowing they dance
True association, here's the chance
Not only today, tomorrow and just the end of time
The gecko and I respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa. We hammer to the main road again the streets are empty the only one we see leaves footprints trimmed in green and red. We see the post office and the triangle is completely empty we pass through to the harbor where the boats are all in their places since the sunshine is punctuated by heavy rains. Between the lakes only the ducks and geese to cheer us on as we round the bend. Back to the wharf road with the soccer pitch on the left we dip under the bridge and then we're back to the main road. At the long and winding I make the break and fold my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vkrsa. The kalarupa is tying to keep up with me as I take the sandhya by surprise.
It's a miracle mom, that once again Guru Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari have dressed themselves in this night outfit and danced all night long in celebration of unlimited devotion.