Mahaprabhu took birth with the lion lagna and overhead
Searching his lost servants with his beauty and parisads
To cut their lives in this world to shred
Hari Nama sankirtana dance and chant
Stephan Otis and his sumanas flowers make the leis
That sway as Sri Guru-Gauranga Gandharivka-Giridhari play
Hari Nama sankirtan dance and chant
The raindrops are falling and inviting Murkha and I to pedal between them. Pedalers are using umbrellas on their handlebars, bread wrappers on their saddles and ponchos hooked around their thumbs to stay out from under the rain. After bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa, Murkha follows the kalarupa to the sandhya where even Vijaya has a raincoat on
The touch that kills a Chinese silk embroidered with flowers along with creamy white smooth as silk and safe as milk allows the thakuras to enjoy all night long.
When the devotees saw him taking lunch in Vrndavan with his cowherd boy friends on the byank of the Yamuna
Visalaksa fanned him with a fan made of peacock feathers
Today’s red dress has them sewn on with seed beads and green and blue thread. There are matching mukuts they wear upon their heads. Devotees sing about this before the madyakalia arati and relish amrta within, what can compare with this?
Spinning the long and winding to the main street Murkha and I go under the first highway and trace the beach where the sufferers are out to celebrate the sun’s breaking through. Between the lakes more sufferers are crossing and even the geese are coming out to see. The boats are still tethered since there has been rain most of the morning. At the shop I take my leave and Murkha goes around the corner to the reviewing stand. Through the treacherous triangle to the car park he sprints along to the long and winding once more. At the ratha-bhojana-vrksa he folds his palms and the kalarupa comes to chase him to the sandhya once more. The rabbits are out as he returns so they scatter to get away.
Blue and white from Radhastami oh yeah they call east Bengal the Radhadesa ‘cause that’s where the Ganges doesn’t flow and this outfit is baby blue. But since Giridhari’s skin is already baby blue his dress is white with blue trim. That’s the opposite of Mahaprabhu and Gandharvika who’s are blue with white trim. Very clever this seamstress