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"To show them special mercy, I,
dwelling in their hearts, destroy
with
the shining lamp of knowledge the
darkness born of ignorance."
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(completed on 2/21/05, Nityananda-trayodasi, at Chowpatty, Mumbai, India.)
["devotees" is pronounced DEV a TEES]
Beside the splendor of His golden form
and smiling face,
The splendor of the autumn moon appears
most commonplace.
Because He's mad with love of God, though
He's God in disguise,
He walks just like a drunken elephant and
rolls His eyes.
The cowherd's rod He carries is His weapon
to destroy
Whatever ills and evils wicked Kali can
deploy.
O friends entrapped in Kali's clutches,
yearning to break free,
Just worship Nityananda Ram, the root of
the bhakti tree.
Unequaled in His love for Krsna, He's a
vast abode
Of transcendental mellows only God has
ever showed.
For all His devotees He's everything, and
for His wives,
Sri Vasudha and Jahnava, He is their very
lives.
Since love for Krsna makes Him mad, His
actions may seem odd,
And so the foolish fail to see that He
Himself is God.
O friends entrapped in Kali's clutches,
yearning to break free,
Just worship Nityananda Ram, the root of
the bhakti tree.
Most dear to Saci's son, He is a
reservoir of bliss.
Throughout the universe He's worshiped
with great happiness.
Impelled by deep compassion when He sees the
state they're in,
He saves the people sinking fast in Kali's
sea of sin
By teaching them to chant the Holy Name with
every breath,
Thus crushing the conceit of Durga's sea
of birth and death.
O friends entrapped in Kali's clutches,
yearning to break free,
Just worship Nityananda Ram, the root of
the bhakti tree.
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He said, "O Brother, Kali's now ascendant
everywhere,
Increasing people's suffering — it's more
than I can bear!
Please give these fallen souls an easy
process to attain
The shelter of Your lotus feet, the place
beyond all pain."
"Instruct them all to chant Sri Krsna's
name," the Lord replied,
"To worship Him with love and by His
teachings to abide."
O friends entrapped in Kali's clutches,
yearning to break free,
Just worship Nityananda Ram, the root of
the bhakti tree.
"O friends, please chant the Hare Krsna
mantra constantly,
And also teach this process to your
friends and family.
Thus cross the sea of birth and death and be
supremely blest—
Your liberation is the only alms that I
request."
Entreating thus to save the people from
illusion's thrall,
With arms upraised He went to every home
througout Bengal.
O friends entrapped in Kali's clutches,
yearning to break free,
Just worship Nityananda Ram, the root of
the bhakti tree.
A new Agastya Muni, with great force He
drinks the sea
Of birth and death. How loving and
compassionate is He!
For all His devotees He is the best of
rising moons,
Expanding wide the ocean full of
transcendental boons.
And for the many demons filling people's
hearts with dread,
He is the sun dispelling all the darkness
that they spread.
O friends entrapped in Kali's clutches,
yearning to break free,
Just worship Nityananda Ram, the root of
the bhakti tree.
He wandered every path in Bengal,
chanting "Haribol!",
His dancing and His singing bringing joy
to every soul.
He put aside His own concerns to spread the
Holy Name,
Thus mercif'lly fulfilling Sri Caitanya's
preaching aim.
On seeing saintly devotees He felt great
happiness,
And with His mercy-laden glance He filled
their hearts with bliss.
O friends entrapped in Kali's clutches,
yearning to break free,
Just worship Nityananda Ram, the root of
the bhakti tree.
He gently took His Brother's soft and
graceful lotus hand,
And as He looked upon His face He felt His
bliss expand.
Caitanya felt the same way as He looked upon
the face
Of Nityananda, and He held Him in a firm
embrace.
And then They started dancing through the
streets of all the towns,
Their beauty filling every heart with joy
that knew no bounds.
O friends entrapped in Kali's clutches,
yearning to break free,
Just worship Nityananda Ram, the root of
the bhakti tree.
For Nityananda's devotees who relish
mellows sweet,
This poem is a precious nectar-reservoir
replete
With endless waves and whirlpools of the
sweetest, deepest love,
Beyond what even gods and goddesses are
dreaming of.
It has the power to deliver any fallen soul
And place him at Sri Nityananda's feet,
our final goal.
May those who read these transcendental
verses I impart
Forever see His lovely lotus feet within
their heart.
dipika.org Apr. 22, 2005
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