Walking through the Vrindavana pasture kadamba trees growing
Service opportunity so rare only after heaps of pious activities
Walking through the Vrindavana pasture
Distant cows lowing
Sankirtan party dancing in ecstasy with their arms in the air
In company with Murka pedaling down the long and winding road
Going to the spacey highway to hear from friends
About Giridhari the young girls of Vraja’s fancy and the yogi’s dream
To, by gurudeva’s grace, walk in those Vrindavana pasture greens
the dusky afternoon jaunt on errands around town
Where the scent of the wild roses of the leis can turn butter to ghee
That’s the story pasture media time
in the evening cool they wear the touch that kills
chanting Giridhari’s name delights and becomes the tool
to free all from becoming mundane fools
Monday morning it’s the peacock feather dress
Red with embroidered feathers along with crowns to match
Decorated by leis of petals, wild green leaves with whole sumanas flowers
Whose darsana turns lust to divine love
East Bengal’s baby blue nightdress as they dance under the stars
of this cool evening putting winter chodders
inviting all to engage in service in home comfort.
You ever had a day like the full moon today?
When the Thakuras wear ganga-yamuna on white
Looking around at all the devotees you see are guaranteed to feel the pleasure of service
Peering into the nath mandir and the kirtan echos from all the walls the devotees are jumping high
Seeing the white full moon high in the sky like a rabbit over Nadia
O the sages and the sadhus are composing choice poems about the full moon over Nadia
Ladies chanting “hari hari” take away the tears from the full moon over Nadia saffron mercy particles from his lotus feet cooler than the moon
The kazi and muslims and the hindus are chanting the glories of the moon over Nadia
Through the Jarikanda forest sing seeing the moon over Nadia
The tigers and the deer are at peace
The Brahmin servant turns the spinach, fruits and roots into a feast
Full moon over Nadia
Lovely roses float like lotus buds in the leis on the body of the full moon over Nadia
The divine couple also swaying too and fro seeing the full moon over Nadia
All along the asrama road the ratha-bhojana-vrksa has the view of all the pedalers as they come and go Murka and I too
Seeing the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot and around the post office to the shop where Murka’s righ is to be tuned.
Back to the wild eucalyptus grove and pedaling through each and every tree.
Talking like a pirate the thakuras take rest in their Marakatamani puri nightdress while they dance all night long.
Every time I see this dress it’s clear to understand
Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharvika-Giridhari
are the most beautiful in the entire land
by Guru’s grace just about any one can
on our own we’ll get it all wrong
Mahaprabhu wearing superstar
Searching his servants near and far
Coming today one said this dress is dandy
I’ll bet you call it “cotton candy”
Still it’s Mahaprabhu Superstar
Pedaling along the main street to the shop Murka picks up his rig. He and I take off around Saint Dagwood’s park to the leaping monque. Up the beach hill around Bhakta Blade’s kutir The navapatra is glad to see the roadies come for phalam for offering. The pedalers are in coats and booties when the sun goes down as the winter sets in. Everyone is under the lights the dark time has begun. At the shop I take leave and Murka goes on through the treacherous triangle to the ramp the bear hath a hungry look but there is no time for Murka to talk. The wharf road takes him under the first highway to the long and winding where he bows to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and the kalarupa chases him to the sandhya.
The mischief is on as the Thakuras are helped into their Lotus Nails nightdress. Lots of giggling and suppressed laughter and they happily take their rest.