It was midnight when Guru Maharaja was born
An array of purple as the approaching mourn
Came as a donation
Seamstress designed the combination
Leis of odds and ends
Roses marigolds and dahlias from a friend
Murkha and I spinning come upon
The first highway and cross over
In the lion’s park everyone has a Frisbee and a rover
At the natasala I take leave toward the mall
Murkha sees he has to haul
Bowing to the RBV
Pulls the kalarupa to wake the Deities
Greeted by a rare spotted dear
And when the sandhya is clear
The Thakuras they take rest
Deep within the far off jungle is tonight’s dress
They dance and sing
Trying to bring
A smile to the faces of those with love unfurled
Spreading joy to the entire world
Ini Meany miney moe
hold a rabbit like you’ll not let it go
on p-u-r-n-i-m-a
Bengalis call the moon this way
Combine Ganga and yamuna
Mahaprabhu appeared on an eclipse lunar
This dress offered that day
Has petals and roses for the leis
Drowning humdrum attraction in a rapturous pool
They look like a fine jewel
Spinning to the main street
Merging into a cruiser fleet
Murkha and I weave between them
Atop campa hatti hill the skaters are acting on a whim
Along the beach the sufferers are pounding
Into the shore Murkha and I are rounding
Geese honk between the lakes
And when the fixed gear freaks let go half the sidewalk shakes
The crowd at the natasala winds all the way to the blue moon
I have to take leave very soon
Murkha sprints over the first highway heeding the call of the rBV
Past the on ramp to the thoroughfare
Making the left he catches big air
Bowing to the RBV
Kalarupa says “don’t forget me’
Welcomed by the kernel to the sandhya ritual
Participation is habitual
Gold and soft bed are for their rest
A single strand hangs on Srimati Gandharvika’s chest
Dancing and dancing they enjoy like anything
In the kali yuga like the full moon
Giridhari plays his flute by the Kunda
And his lei has petals of cintamani
That reflects into our eyes moods
Of dedication and devotion
In dream he rolled on the ground
So Srimati Gandharivka covered him all round
Thus Mahaprabhu sprang from the mandir in her heart
Leis of roses, marigolds with a gerbera state of the art
From the asrama to the access road of spacey highway
Checking in with the friends hearing what they say
Mahamuni’s post box is on the left
Murkha and I spin through the cruisers who pedal heft
In the village where the tourists go
Think they’re watching but it’s they who are the show
I take my leave at the tennis park
Murkha must return before the dark
That’s the sandhya time
Welcomed by a singher from behind
In the ninth srila Guru Maharaja appeared
Searching the lost servants free them from fear
Teaching practice for the higher plane
To eliminate the mundane
Dancing under the moonlight
Till mangal arati brings them to our sight