Look at the altar
notice how Giridhair has two chodders
one above the other
a U knee Q double feature
and the rings upon his fingers
dispel all darkness
look at Srimati Gandharivka
with her mesh veil and sari
with the flowers and stones
drink deep the nectar
let it make a nest inside your head
the pink and purple of Maharprabhu
come to search for you
leis of roses
with petals too
pedal out now
to see the bear and beyond
there's a kid with a Dalmatian hat on
isn't he wild trying to stay warm in costume
up ahead there's a pace line cycling in tune
they can school you make your muscles too sore
to complete the day's chores
no fixed gear freaks today
the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa means have to end the play
meet kalarupa
he's at the open field
where the pink flowers formed a shield
in late summer
sprinting on no slow comer
savory is the greeter with kirtan playing
sandhya is swaying
let's go
green and purple nightdress
relives everyone's inner most stress
the line of truth is a crooked one
as one goswami saw a picture of Lombard street
seeing these outfits with their zigzag motif
will bring us true relief
the chodder of Mahaprabhu
to Giridharil's coat
ending in Srimati Gandharvika's skirt
the green is almost electric a tyagi kindly spoke
but to a murka pujari everything is a joke
colorful and fragrant flowers today
simple petals mums and leaves in the leis
too much talking falsely will make the arati late
all along the opal beach sufferers were in view
while the roadies, mountain men and fixed gear freaks
pedaled along each taking their respective cue
from a long way off came the ratha-bhojana-vrksa's call
in response Murka began to haul
sandhya is celebrated by the sandman
while the kernel of divine love is returning quick as he can
an orange dhoti and kirta show why
tonight's dress is called “Krsna is a brahmacari
while Mahaprabhu has purple kirta like Srimati Gandhravika's sari
they dance all night under the chilly starry night
till the mangal arati makes all feel right