please make a new outfit the lord’s birthday is coming
you know Gaura Purnima’s the big day and it’s time to start running
new scissors, thimbles, thread and needles
the seamstress and her people will use and need them
many colors and combinations have been used many times
still yellow, mango and red hadn’t been tried yet
young minds full of service were at work to suggest it
older minds had been a little confused
so age bracket tremor reduced the breach between them
and I rejoiced openly when the seamstress and her ladies
began to conceive of the words from the mouths of babes
experienced leis makers were at work in the prasadam hall
using roses, petals, leaves and sumanas flowers for their product
leis that danced with the thakuras being so light and fluffy
across the main street is the entrance to the highway
where Murka goes to speak with all his friends
but his time allowance keeps getting smaller and smaller
blocked at top speed, about twenty-five miles an hour,
a no see them field ensnared Murka and I
through the village to the coast line pointing to the hook. The cruisers congregated between the lakes where the geese flapped their wings and ruffled their feathers. The natasala is ready for the show with people buying their tickets. I take leave to get to the shop and Murka goes along the pedaler’s ramp to the wharf road. Out from under the first highway he hears the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and folds his palms while the kalarupa pedals along to keep him on time for the sandhya.
They call east Bengal the Radhadesa, where the Ganges does not flow, this outfit is baby blue and tonight they are sporting their chodders due to the chill in the air. Dancing inside this evening they take rest on their beds decorated with aromatic flowers.

Walking into the temple we know we don’t deserve this
Still we come to present ourselves for service
we sing a bhajana or two and even three
we notice the new outfit the Deities are wearing
pujari says it’s called “Yantra Puri”
cause the little jewels keep falling off
someone asks why the seamstress won’t listen to the names
he said listen you really wouldn’t understand
looking at the leis memory goes back to a great society
where one thakura has a lei made of lotus buds
today’s may only be roses still they look just like padma
prabhu if you become absorbed in service Gurudeva will take you home
by his grace it’s not such a long way but we’ve got to want to go
to the navapatra patram, puspam, phalam murka is carrying a knot in his back and so I have to take leave and watch him limp home. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa sees the folded palms and the kalarupa helps Murka to make it for the sandhya.
OPT busted his toes on the heater and lost three pints of blood or so he says, wiping it down and I add choddders for the winter season on top of the Prahlad-a-dad nightdress. In the mean time the Thakuras go on enjoying like anything.
Receiving Gurudeva’s mercy and may be on the way straight home to the highest plane but I feel so dizzy I look in the mirror to be sure my guru is here with me too
And you know good and well the puckawalla doesn’t drink coffee and so you fill his cup full of haribol jal and the members of our gang sharing tilak around the jal mandir and the chodder puckawalla let tracy lie by the fire on but mighy Quinn attacks from his pill box ledge and I thought you were a puckawalla?! Man our gang is in this line before he
At the twilight Murka felt like pedaling to the highway of space after respecting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and crossing over the first highway to see the campa hatti and hear the whalers engaged in nama sankirtana. After circling Saint Dagwood’s park Murka and I pass the reviewing stand where the cruiser king was presiding. At the natasala I take my leave to the shop and Murka goes on through the treacherous triangle. From there to the pedaler’s ramp on to see the bear. The pitch is on the right as he turns to the wharf road. under the first highway as the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls and Murka folds his palms as he joins the kalarupa under the lights to the sandhya
O deer dough have you seen Krsna? He is wearing mint green with extra chodders while dancing under the waxing moon. A quiet night they dress quickly ready for their evening pastimes.