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Chaitanya Mahaprabhu

CHAITANYA MAHAPRABHU
DR. NAVIN KUMAR UPADHYAY



















Divine Gauranga

In fair Navadvipa's sacred land,
By the Ganga's gentle, golden sand,
A moon arose in human guise,
To fill devotion in all eyes.

The year was bright, the night divine,
Sank the world in peaceful shine;
Jagannath Mishra, saintly soul,
Received the child that made hearts whole.

Sachi Devi, pious and mild,
Held in her arms the radiant child;
Thunder roared, yet devotees smiled—
Heaven itself with joy compiled.

On that spring night of Phalguna's bloom,
The drums of heaven dismissed all gloom;
As gods proclaimed from the sky above—
"Bhakti incarnate, ocean of love! "

The child cried not as newborns do,
He softly chanted—Hari! Hari! too;
Saints bowed low, hearts aflame,
Even the wise forgot their name.

Years rolled on in a blissful hue,
The child grew golden, pure, and true;
As Nimai, scholars called his name,
For learned grace adorned his frame.

He played on banks where Ganga danced,
Each ripple in his glance entranced;
Children gathered, drawn by charm,
All hearts were melted, pure and warm.

At five he spoke in a polished tone,
Of scripture deep, yet sweetly shone;
Teachers paused in humble awe,
"Divine this boy, beyond our law."

He mastered grammar, logic's play,
Poets bowed before his ray;
Each verse he spoke turned nectar deep,
That stirred the heavens, made gods weep

.Sachi watched, her tears were sweet,
Knowing his feet were wisdom's seat;
The town would echo every morn,
With chants of Hari, newly born.

As Nimai grew, his eyes did gleam,
Half earthly light, half mystic dream;
Though scholarly and learned great,
No pride could touch his saintly state.

In playful youth he gently taught
That pride must yield to selfless thought;
"Without the Lord, all lore is vain,
Let the love of Krishna be our gain.

His fame like fragrance spread afar,
From village homes to Sanskrit char;
Yet still his heart was yearning pure,
For Krishna's glance, forever sure

When it is ordained its golden hour,
His mother spoke in tender power:
"My son, the order of our line
Demands that you one day enshrine

A home, a bride, a dharmic flame—
So carry forth your sainted name.
He bowed, serene, his head so bright,
"Mother, I follow the path of light."

Thus bound by bhakti's tender thread,
He journeyed forth, his vows were said.
Lakshmi Devi, virtue's grace,
Glowed beside his shining face;

Their union is blessed by sacred fire,
Was calm yet touched with pure desire—
Desire not bound to worldly chain,
But love is divine through joy and pain.

Together they were served by Ganga's flow,
To chant the Lord's resounding glow;
Lakshmi worshipped, eyes of peace,
Her prayers brought hearts to grand release.

Yet destiny's unseen decree
Would call her from mortality;
As Nimai taught beneath the tree,
A heavenly message came to be—

She crossed the realms of bliss untold,
Leaving his heart yet more controlled.
No bitterness his soul did know,
For all was Krishna's perfect show;

He vowed henceforth to spread the art
Of Nama Sankirtan from heart.
From scholar proud to saintly guide,
The Lord of Nadia turned the tide;

Students bowed, their minds set free,
As Bhakti triumphed endlessly.
He roamed through schools and temple doors,
By day he preached, by night he roared,

Singing the Lord's all loving name,
Making the Ganga leap with flame.
Then came his second blessed tie—
Vishnupriya, meek and shy;

A bride of patience, love refined,
Untouched by a worldly, fleeting mind.
Together they lived a life so still,
Bound to devotion's holy will;

Though bound by earth, their souls above,
Moved only in Krishna's endless love.
When tears streamed down from Vishnu's eyes,
She saw in him no man's disguise;

For through her heart, the truth was known—
Her husband was the Lord alone.
The scholar's joy in Sanskrit lore,
Turned to the cry of Bhakti's shore;

His lessons now were songs of grace,
He taught salvation's sweet embrace.
Navadvipa echoed chants untold,
Of Krishna Naam so pure, so bold;

The cynics wept, the doubters danced,
The world awoke, the hearts romanced.
He healed the proud, uplifted poor,
Every soul he did restore;

As thousands chanted in the square,
The sky itself sang Krishna's prayer.
And thus from birth to wedded phase,
His life was sacrifice and praise;

The world beheld a golden sun—
Gauranga, Krishna, merged as one.
No jewel nor crown could match his brow,
No empire rivalled him then or now;

His wealth was tears for Krishna's name,
His crown is the dust of bhakta's flame.
The rivers glowed where he would tread,
Tulsi bowed her fragrant head;

Even the breeze from trees is divine,
Chanted his glory, line by line.
The child who cried the mystic word,
The youth whose wisdom hearts had stirred,

The bridegroom meek, so pure of soul,
Was God himself, complete and whole.
O hearts that seek eternal rest,
Remember he whose life was blessed;

Chaitanya, Lord of golden hue,
Lives still in chants and hearts anew.
When Gaur's sweet name by tongue is raised,
One's soul with Krishna's bliss is praised;

And from Navadvipa's gentle shore,
Bhakti will shine for ever more.
So ends this tale of sacred birth,
Of learning, love, and holy worth;

May all who read his story bright,
Awake to love, to truth, to light.





The Golden Path of Surrender
(A Devotional Poem on Mahaprabhu's Diksha and Sadhana)

Across the banks of Ganga bright,
Where faith and moonlight kissed the night,
The golden youth, in tears profound,
Prepared to tread the holy ground.

From birth to wisdom pure and vast,
He bore remembrance of lifetimes past;
But deeper yet his heart would yearn,
For that which saints in lifetimes earn.

Within his soul a storm did rise,
Of love that filled both earth and skies;
The world seemed dim, the self seemed small,
For Krishna's grace transcended all.

He wandered restless, pale and thin,
As love divine surge deep within;
The veils of reason tore apart,
As longing seized his tender heart.

."Where is my Lord? " he cried aloud,
His sobs drew hearts, his cries drew a crowd;
"Without the Name, what life remains? "
Thus flowed his tears in endless rains.

At last his call reached holy ears,
Of Ishvara Puri, sage of tears;
A saintly soul of Madhava's line,
Who saw the Lord in human shine.

To Gaya town the Master came,
Intent to bless the holy Name;
At Vishnu's temple, sacred still,
The fates aligned to Krishna's will.

He bowed before the saint of lore,
And begged, "O guide, I ask no more;
Just grant me pure devotion's seed,
And tear apart my pride and greed.

"The guru smiled, in love's command,
Placed tulsi beads in a trembling hand;
He whispered soft the sacred tone—
"Krishna mantra, your very own

."As sound was divine upon him,
The ocean stirred, the heavens swelled;
Nimai collapsed in floods of light,
Engulfed by Krishna's blissful might.

He cried and rolled upon the floor,
"Where is my Lord? I ask no more!
Give me His touch, His smile, His feet—
In Krishna's dust my soul's complete!

"From then his voice would ever ring,
"Chant Krishna's Name in everything! "
No pride of learning, none of birth,
Could bind the love that graced the earth.

Back home he came, no scholar now,
But humble blessed with golden brow;
His eyes with tears like monsoon streams,
His words the fruit of endless dreams.

Through nights of moon and dawn of fire,
He sang till heaven did conspire;
The Ganga waved, the stars did dance,
Lost in his sacred, holy trance.

Sometimes he laughed with joy divine,
Sometimes he wept at Krishna's shine;
Sometimes he whispered Radha's prayer,
And saw her sweetness everywhere.

The people gathered, hearts aflame,
To chant aloud Lord Hari's Name;
The streets of Nadia shone anew,
As Bhakti bloomed in every hue.

His sadhana was love's pure cry,
Where self dissolved, and soul could fly;
He taught the path by heart so kind,
That freed the proud and raised the blind.

He cried, "O brothers, chant the sound!
Where Gaur is, Krishna's love is found;
No caste, no creed, no worldly wall—
Just sing His Name, that is all.

"In trance he wandered through the night,
His golden form bathed in moonlight;
The trees, the birds, would hum his song,
Their hearts inspired love lifelong.

No yogic pose, no Vedic claim,
Could match the power of the Name;
Through bhakti only souls are freed,
That was his vow, his life, his creed.

In solitude by lake and grove,
He lost himself in boundless love;
Sometimes he'd faint upon the sod,
Crying "Krishna! " the living God.

Through roaring chants, through weeping prayers,
He shattered Maya's cunning snares;
His voice became the Ganga's tide,
His tears the Gita clarified.One night

while stars in silence burned,
To Jagannath his heart returned;
He saw in the dream that the sacred Lord—
"Go forth, " He said, "and preach my word

"Awakened, drenched in light's embrace,
He vowed to serve the human race;
But first he sought the world's release
Through chanting's ever flowing peace

.By day he taught, by night he cried,
No rest he took, no joy denied;
Each breath a prayer, each tear a hymn,
Each soul he met was part of Him.

And thus his diksha bore its seed,
That flowered through his bhakti's deed;
Each Nama uttered, each sigh of grace,
Became a lamp for time and space.

From Gaya's hills to Gauda's shore,
The echo rings forevermore—
That chanting Krishna's name alone,
Can turn the heart to love well known.

.O seeker, hear the story told,
Of Gauranga's heart of gold;
Through the guru's gift, through bhakti's way,
The sun of love dawns every day.

His life is a sermon pure of art,
His tears are a scripture of the heart;
In every chant, in every sigh,
The Lord of Nadia passes by.

And thus his sadhana remains,
A nectar river through all pains;
Flowing still in every tongue,
Where Krishna's Name is ever sung.

Let all who read this praise so deep,
Awakened from their slumber, leap;
To chant, to love, to bow, to be,
In Gaur's divine humility

.O Gaur Hari! your gift we own,
Through you the Lord of hearts is known;
Your diksha's grace, your love's pure art,
Forever beats in bhakta's heart.

So ends the tale in golden tone,
Of Gaur's surrender, fully grown;
From the guru's word to the soul's bright flame,
All glory to the holy Name.




.The Meeting of Two Divine Moons
(A Devotional Poem on Chaitanya Mahaprabhu and Nityananda)

In sacred Nadia's golden stay,
The Lord once chanted night and day;
Each street resounded, skies would ring,
With Krishna's name on every string.

The moon of Gaur, effulgent bright,
Spread love across the world's dark night;
Yet destiny prepared a hue—
Another moon of love to view.

In Ekachakra, calm and fair,
A child breathed holy air;
From birth, his heart with Krishna burned,
Through endless longing he returned.

That child was Nityananda bold,
A saint of love, yet joy untold;
He wandered wide through forest deep,
Awakening souls from Maya's sleep.

He left his home, through Bharat wide,
Seeking his Lord, the golden guide;
In the dream he heard a voice so clear
"Your Gaur awaits, the time is near.

"To Nadia's town by fate he came,
His soul ignited, heart aflame;
While kirtans bloomed through every lane,
He knew his search was not in vain.

The night was full, the moon at height,
When pure devotion bathed the night;
Gauranga danced in Krishna's name,
The crowd inflamed with Bhakti's flame

.Nityanand watched from a shadowed place,
His heart dissolved in boundless grace;
The golden form, the smiling eyes,
Revealed the Lord of paradise.

"Can this be He? " his spirit cried,
"My Krishna, dressed in Gaur's bright tide! "
Then tears welled high, his limbs did shake,
As endless love his soul did wake.

Next dawn Mahaprabhu had known,
"A saint divine has near us flown;
Go search this one in a lofty mood,
Whose heart is vast and soul imbued.

"The devotees searched each quiet street,
In a humble tone and folded feet;
At last within a simple home,
They saw the joy of love alone.

By Ganga's bank the meeting came,
Two lions roared the same divine name;
The earth stood still, the stars did gaze,
As Bhakti flamed in a golden blaze.

Mahaprabhu, with a tender smile,
Embraced the saint who wept the while;
Their tears of joy like monsoon rain,
Made heaven melt in sweet refrain.

O wondrous sight of cosmic play!
Where God and Servant tones display—
Each seeing Krishna in the other,
Each calling "Lord! " as loving brother.

They danced, they roared, they swirled around,
The sky itself became the sound;
The dust of feet, the tears of cries,
Flooded the world with paradise.

From that blest day began the start,
Of Lord's campaign through every heart;
The movement pure, the shining art—
Of spreading love through Kirtan's part.

"Chant once, " they said, "the holy Name,
Let hearts unite in Krishna's flame;
Let drums of love and cymbals roll,
Let kirtan heal each weary soul.

"Gangadas, Advaita, Haridas—
Their voices rose as oceans pass;
The town ignited, hearts aflame,
All bowed before the holy Name.

Mahaprabhu led in glowing trance,
Nityanand twirled in mystic dance;
Each cry of "Hari! " paved the air,
Till all creation joined in prayer.

The children laughed, the old men sang,
The bells of Ganga's temples rang;
Through every home, through every street,
The sound of Krishna's joy complete.

At times Nityanand clasped his Lord,
And sang in the voice the Vedas stored;
At times he roamed through groves apart,
Consoling souls with boundless heart.


Together they would preach and sing,
To lift the fallen, lost, and king;
For Gaur's command was ever sweet—
"To chant the Name at every beat.

."No golden throne, no jeweled place,
They sought but hearts made soft by grace;
Each sinner's cry to them was dear,
Their only wish—to wipe his tears.

The drunkard, leper, beggar, thief,
All found in kirtan pure relief;
"Say Krishna once! " Nityanand cried,
"Let love of God your chains untie.

The drums would throb, the flags would rise,
The Name ascended to the skies;
The air itself grew dense with prayer,
And angels bowed in fragrant air.

Sometimes Lord Gaur would lose control,
The ocean stirred within his soul;
Nityanand held his hand with care,
Whispering "Krishna" gently there.

At nights they'd rest by Ganga's shore,
Yet sleep but deep in hearts' adore;
The murmur of the river's rhyme,
Echoed "Hari" through endless time.

Their kirtans spread to every land,
By word of mouth and guiding hand;
No book could hold, no voice could frame,
The glory of that holy Name.

When Gaur saw Nityanand's grace,
He smiled with light upon his face;
"My mission now complete shall be,
Through you the world shall come to Me

."Thus two divine in mortal guise,
Awoke the souls to realize;
That love alone is Krishna's way,
Those hearts can shine like dawn of day.

And even now, when drums resound,
Their unseen feet still touch the ground;
Their kirtan lives, their voices call,
"Chant Krishna's Name, the Lord of all! "



The Golden Farewell
(A Devotional Poem on Chaitanya Mahaprabhu's Renunciation)

The moon of Nadia shone so near,
Yet clouds of fate began to clear;
The night grew calm, the Ganga sighed,
As destiny their paths did guide.

.Gauranga's eyes in tears were veiled,
His heart by Krishna's love assailed;
The world around in beauty is dressed,
Could no more hold his burning quest.

Each cry of "Krishna" left him weak,
Each breath was divine and he dared not speak;
The weight of love no man could bear,
His soul was sky, his body air.

Though garlanded in the human frame,
The Lord within was not the same;
His birth, his youth, his home, his ties—
All bowed before his sacrifice.

The nights no longer brought him sleep,
He woke in songs of longing deep;
Through every smile his tears would stream,
His heart consumed by Krishna's dream.

Beside him dwelt a gentle grace,
Vishnupriya of saintly face;
Soft as tulsi's moonlit leaf,
A bride of joy turned the bride of grief.

Each night she watched her Lord in prayer,
The gleam of love beyond compare;
She knew his heart no longer lay.
In worldly roles of night and day.

One dawn she asked, with a trembling tone,
"Will you, my Lord, leave me alone?
If love for Krishna is your goal,
What of my soul, your other soul?

He smiled, yet tears adorned his eyes,
"Beloved, in heaven there are ties;
No mortal bond can chain the way,
When Krishna calls, I must obey.

She bowed her head, her breath restrained,
Through sacred pain her peace remained;
Her heart accepted love's decree—
To see him go, and let him be.

That evening soft with Ganga's hymn,
He gazed through tears at temples dimly;
He touched her feet, in silence stayed,
For love divine no word conveyed.

His palms in reverence rose so high,
He whispered, "Krishna, hear my cry;
My mother sleeps, my wife is alone,
Yet Thou, O Lord, art all I own.

"Through darkened lanes, through sighing trees,
He walked as though through memories;
Each footprint burned upon the clay,
As heaven wept his farewell way.

The Ganga's waves in mourning rolled,
The lamps grew dim, the night turned cold;
Yet still he moved through groves untold,
A monk by vow, a heart of gold.

When dawn awoke, the household bare,
The walls still breathed his lingering prayer;
Vishnupriya arose from gloom,
And placed his beads within her room.

Each day she walked with steady breath,
Yet every step is a living death;
Her silence was her only song,
Her pulse the mantra all day long.

Before his image carved in stone,
She bowed though sleeping seemed alone;
Each grain of rice she offered there,
Was soaked in tears of love and prayer.

Her jewels gone, her silks aside,
She lived as if the world had died;
Her life is a lamp that is softly burned,
To keep the vow her heart had learned.

."O Lord, " she prayed, "though far you roam,
These walls shall keep your sacred home;
The dust of my toes I touched that day,
Is treasure none can take away.

At Nilachal, Gaur reached the sea,
Boundless as love's infinity;
He bathed in waves that whispered true,
"Vishnupriya remembers you.

He wept for her as Ganga weeps,
While Jagannath his vigil keeps;
No worldly joy could fill that shore,
For love once left returns no more.

In visions bright by midnight's flame,
Her face before his longing came;
He clasped his chest, his heart grew still,
Yet served the Lord through Krishna's will.

Their bond transcended mortal stay,
A golden bridge where souls could pray;
Though parted wide by fate's decree,
Their love remained in purity.

Through every chant, through pilgrim tear,
Her name he held in silence was near;
For she was Shakti, calm, devout—
The faith no sorrow could put out.

And she, through life, each silent morn,
Would gaze upon the beads once worn;
Counting each breath, each sacred tone,
As if to bring her Gaur back home.

Two hearts apart, yet one in light,
Their love became the world's delight;
Through pain was born devotion's sea—
The soul's eternal unity.

So ends this tale of parted grace,
Of two whose hearts no time erases;
He left the world, she stayed behind
Both sanctified mankind.

Forever shines their sacred strife,
The vow of husband, saint, and wife;
Through love's renunciation sweet,
They surrendered whole, complete.

O souls that yearn through joy or pain,
Remember them and chant again;
The Lord whose tears the Ganga kissed,
The bride whose loss was purest bliss.

Through them we learn—the path of loss,
Becomes the shining truth of cross;
That love which weeps, yet never dies,
Alights as flame in devotees' eyes.

O Vishnupriya, saintly dove,
Through you we know the fire of love;
O Gauranga, golden flame,
Through you the world chants Krishna's name.





The Pilgrim of Divine Love
(A Devotional Poem on Mahaprabhu's Puri and South India Tour)

From Navadvipa's moon lit shore,
The Lord set forth to weep no more;
Through forests green and skies of flame,
He carried Krishna's boundless name.

His feet, still tender, kissed the way,
As dawn awoke to golden day;
The cries of "Hari! " pierced the air,
While beasts and birds stood awed in prayer.

His tears made rivers surge anew,
His glance turned dust to morning dew;
Each village bowed in trembling grace,
And sang aloud his shining face.

Through trembling lanes he walked so still,
With Nityananda by his will;
They reached the sea where Puri lay,
And Jagannath's grand temple stay.

When first he saw that Lord of Wheel,
His limbs did quake, his senses reel;
He cried, "Behold my Krishna near!
The blue of love has drawn me here! "

Before the Deity's smiling sight,
He fell beneath the altar light;
Like a wave to shore his soul was cast,
In bliss no mortal frame could last.

The Puri priests were struck with awe,
They saw divinity's own law;
King Prataparudra bowed low,
For Gauranga's grace made kingdoms glow.

Within Gambhira's sacred cell,
The golden monk began to dwell;
His nights were oceans, vast and wide,
Of Krishna's love he could not hide.

Sometimes he laughed, sometimes he cried,
Sometimes he fainted, side to side;
The waves of Mahabhava came,
And burned his soul with holy flame.

He taught the hearts that gathered near,
"To chant the Name with love sincerely;
For through the sound of ‘Krishna Hari, '
One finds a joy that ends all worry.

Then one bright morn his heart was led
To spread that chant where none had tread;
"Through southern land I'll roam alone,
And make the Lord of hearts be known.

He took no gold, no bed, no guard,
He walked by love, his only bard;
Through Tamil groves, through Andhra plains,
He sowed the seed that ever reigns.

In Venkat hills he bowed with grace,
Before Venkatesha's shining face;
At Srirangam the priests were in awe,
Beheld the bliss that none foresaw.

He met the seer Vasudev sweet,
Who wept to touch his lotus feet;
At every door, in every town,
He turned the world to Krishna's crown.

He danced with saints, with men untold,
Made atheist hearts like flowers unfold;
Through Godavari's sacred side,
He met Ramananda, soul of tide.

Their talk of love through day and night,
Revealed devotion's hidden height;
How the soul and Lord in the rasa meet,
Where the human heart and heaven greet.

Through Madurai's and Kerala's hills,
He bathed where the holy stream distills;
At Setubandha, where the oceans part,
He bowed to Rama with a melting heart.

He saw the relics of the divine,
Where saints had walked in every shrine;
He chanted loudly by fisher's shore,
And sinners wept to sin no more

.Each footstep glowed, each sigh aflame,
All beings danced the holy name;
From South to North, the cry resounds—
That Harinaam in love abounds

His robes of saffron, feet of light,
Left prints that turned the dark to white;
Each temple echoed, each bell rang,
The world in Krishna's glory sang.

Years passed in moving, hearts renewed,
Till love within like a storm pursued;
He longed again for Jagannath,
The Lord of the chariot, Lord of path.

Through forests, rivers, fields again,
He walked alone through joy and pain;
The pilgrims cried at every bend,
"That saint returns, the world's true friend! "

When Puri's towers pierced the blue,
The wind itself in the rapture flew;
The crowds ran forth through dust and song,
To welcome him they'd missed so long.

Before the Lord's wide smiling eyes,
He bowed, dissolving all disguise;
"O Jagannath, I roamed the earth,
To chant Thy Name and spread
Thy worth.

."He met his dearest band,
Advaita, Nityanand hand in hand;
They laughed, they wept, their hearts set free,
In tides of love's eternity

King Prataparudra humbly came,
And clasped his feet, renounced all fame;
The monarch found his only joy,
To serve the saints, his realm's employ.

In Gambhira once again he stayed,
By night his kirtan softly played;
Swarup and Ramanand would sing,
And joy to all the heavens bring.

Sometimes he cried, "O Radha dear,
Make Krishna's flute again appear! "
Sometimes he danced, his limbs divine,
As if the Ganga turned to wine.

He saw in dreams the woods Vrindavan,
With Gopi crowned and Keshav's anthem;
Though bound in mortal robe and place,
He roamed through heaven's sweet embrace.

The walls would tremble when he prayed,
The moon grew still through clouds arrayed;
The nightingales forgot their song,
For Gaur was love itself made strong.

And thus his southern journey done,
He returned as the golden sun;
The world transformed beneath his feet,
Found bhakti's rhythm pure, complete.

He built no church, he carved no name,
His work was hearts consumed by flame;
From land to sea, through age and sound,
His footprints glow where love is found.

O pilgrim souls who seek the way,
Recall this tale on a weary day;
The Gaur whose tears the oceans blessed,
Still walks through hearts where chants are pressed.

He showed that love no bounds require,
That God resides in pure desire;
And through his steps both soft and wide,
The world found peace, the soul its guide.

So ends the song of golden years,
Of sacred walks and shining tears;
The monk who roamed from home apart,
Now reigns forever in each heart.





The Golden Reunion
(A Devotional Poem on Mahaprabhu's Ecstasy and Return to His Birthplace)

In Puri's realm, by ocean vast,
The Lord in trance was bound at last;
His nights were storms of weeping flame,
Each breath is a cry of Krishna's name.

Within Gambhira's silent cell,
The golden saint alone would dwell;
His voice would call—so soft, so sweet—
That stars bowed low to kiss his feet.

.Sometimes he danced, his limbs divine,
Like lightning woven into line;
Sometimes he lay as still as death,
Revived again by holy breath.

Swarup and Ramanand beside,
Would watch the tides of love collide;
For Gaur was drowned in Radha's pain,
In longing vast as endless rain.

He cried, "O Shyam, my life, my friend!
When will this exile of love end?
Without thy glance the world is naughty,
Each joy a wound, each breath distraught.

."His tears became the Ganga's flow,
That cleansed the hearts that knelt below;
Each sob a sermon, pure and vast,
Each sigh a bridge from first to last.


Through nights of chanting, wild and deep,
He wandered yet in mystic sleep;
The call of home through sky did come—
"The banks of Ganga wait, O Son.

"Navadvipa's land, serene and far,
Still glowed beneath devotion's star;
His mother aged, yet kept her flame,
Still murmuring softly Krishna's name.

Vishnupriya, pious and resigned,
Lived lost to world, to self, to mind;
She counted beads from dawn to eve,
Her heart is the shrine of love's reprieve.

And Heaven willed that one bright hour,
The Lord return through mystic power;
Not mortal path, not earthly road,
But thought and grace his form bestowed.

The Ganga hushed, the lamps grew clear,
The air proclaimed the Lord was near;
Within the home, so dim and pure,
A golden radiance filled the door.

He stood once more, serene, divine
The monk now robed in soul's design;
No worldly man, no earthly bow,
But God in love's eternal vow.

Vishnupriya, in fainting grace,
Beheld the moon of his bright face;
Her voice was caught, her tears set free,
Her trembling lips cried, "Is it Thee? "

He smiled—like dawn on the lotus rose,
His gaze through ages calmly repose;
"Beloved, " he said, "this final day,
The Lord of hearts sends me thy way.

She fell before his feet of light,
The beads slipped down, the lamps grew bright;
Her sobs were hymn the sky could hear,
Her faith the bridge that drew him near.


He raised her gently, blessed her brow,
"The path you walk is sacred now;
Through years of pain your love has grown,
That love itself is mine alone.

."She whispered, "Lord, I sought no fame,
No heaven's bliss, no saintly name;
Just once to see thy face again—
Now life is fulfilled, I fear no pain

."He placed his hand upon her hair,
His tears fell soft in fragrant prayer;
"The world shall learn through you, my wife,
That faith survives the knife of life.

Remain as the moon in Ganga's flow,
To guide the hearts that weep below;
Through you my mission lives divine,
Each home shall glow with Krishna's sign.

She offered all—her heart, her breath,
"Lord, take my soul in loving death;
If parting still must be our state,
Then leave thy name in beads of fate.

He smiled, "You are my other soul,
Our love is one, beyond control;
Though form departs, though eyes may close,
Our eternal bond ever grows.

At Sachi's feet he bowed again,
His mother wept, her joy through pain;
"My son turns the world to Bhakti's sea.
Now mercy reigns through destiny.


He stayed that night in holy grace,
The walls resplendent with his face;
Through chanting hearts, through lamps of tone,
The Lord prepared to walk alone.

At dawn the river blushed in red,
As though the heavens softly bled;
He turned once more with glowing stare,
And blessed all life with silent prayer.

"O Mother mine, O faithful wife,
You are the roots of all my life;
This form must leave, this soul must roam,
Yet both of you remain my home.

"The sound of conches filled the skies,
As tears streamed bright from mortal eyes;
The Ganga swelled with gentle pride,
To carry footprints sanctified.


He walked once more to Puri's shore,
His time to teach would soon be over;
Yet every step toward sea or land,
Was guided by his bride's pure hand.

In Puri still his kirtan burned,
The waves sighed softly, hearts returned;
His face is now bright with the moon's own glow,
No trace of mortal joy or woe.


In deepest trance his being soared,
His self in Krishna was restored;
Till Jagannath, the Lord of grace,
Drew him within His vast embrace.

Yet saints would say on moonlit days,
He walks through Navadvipa's maze;
To bless his bride, invisible fair,
Whose tears form flowers in temple air.

And Vishnupriya, till her last breath,
Chanted the Name, defying death;
Her rosary glowed, her eyes still shone,
Until she joined him, all alone.

They meet beyond both time and earth,
In realms of love and soul's rebirth;
No separation, no lament,
Their love remains omnipotent.

O hearts who yearn in sorrow's night,
Remember this immortal light—
That those who love, though parted seem,
Are one forever in God's dream.

Thus ends the tale so pure, so high,
Where heaven weeps and souls comply;
In Gaur and Vishnupriya's flame,
The world finds love, the heart its Name.


The Golden Path of Bhakti
(A Devotional Poem on Chaitanya Mahaprabhu's Ideal)

O Golden Lord of heart's delight,
Who turned the dark of world to light;
O Gaur, whose tears the Ganga knew,
Whose smile made souls bloom anew.

You taught that learning, wealth, and name,
Are dust before devotion's flame;
That Krishna's song alone can free,
The boundless soul of liberty.

No throne you sought, no priestly fame,
Your wealth was but the Holy Name;
You walked with poor and saint the same,
For love in all you did proclaim.

Be humble, patient, void of pride,
Let kindness always be your guide;
Forgive the wrongs that hearts may bear,
And chant the Name in every care.

This was your gospel—soft and strong,
A deep river, a ceaseless song;
No creed could cage your golden word,
For love in all was seen and heard.

You said, "The Name is God complete,
Chant once with faith—His touch is sweet;
No need for birth, nor caste, nor claim,
The soul is pure who chants His Name.

.Through tears and laughter, dance and sigh,
You raised the lost, the low, the shy;
You saw in sinner's trembling face,
The hidden spark of Krishna's grace.

"Serve all, " you taught, "for all are His,
Each heartbeat sings what mercy is;
The Lord in dust, the Lord in dove
The world itself is a sea of love.

You showed that Bhakti's truest art,
Is not in mind but melted heart;
That reason dies, but love remains,
Through joy, through loss, through worldly pains.

The learned bowed, the proud grew mild,
The cruel wept, the skeptic smiled;
For one who saw your golden way,
Could never turn from night to day.

You danced as Radha, sweet and shy,
And wept as Krishna passed you by;
In your heart's mirror both were one,
The Lover lost, the Loving Sun.

O Lord of Bhakti, pure and clear,
Whose Name all ages bow to hear;
You gave the world a simple creed
Chant Krishna's Name; that is all needed.

No temple high could hold your grace,
It bloomed in every human face;
No vow too hard, no rule too long,
Just heart and tears and holy song.

You showed that faith is not a chain,
But love through joy, through loss, through pain;
That mercy conquers all despair,
When Krishna's Name perfumes the air.

O seekers lost in worldly blue,
Go walk the path that Gaur once drew;
Where tears are pearls, where pride is slain,
Where love of God alone shall reign.

And still his voice in hearts resounds,
Through kirtan's tides, through cymbal sounds;
"Chant Hare Krishna, " soft, profound,
"Let the love of God your life surround.


Thus shines his Bhakti, pure, complete,
Where all the heavens bow their seat;
In every age, through joy and pain,
His golden path shall still remain.

For Gaur's ideal—bright and free—
Is Love's own immortality;
The soul that chants with heart set is pure,
Shall dwell in bliss that will endure.

So ends the song, O hearts awake,
Your bhakti vow this world shall make;
Through humble cry and holy Name,
Fulfill the life that He became.







The Golden Heart of Radha
(A Devotional Poem on Chaitanya Mahaprabhu's Gopi Bhava)

In Puri's hush, by ocean wide,
The Lord of love forgot his pride;
His saffron robe, his body fair,
Shone like the dawn of Bhakti's prayer.

Within his eyes a storm did burn,
Of longing fierce at every turn;
Each pulse a cry, each breath a plea
"O Krishna, come, return to Me!

"Though born as Gaur, the monk is divine,
He lived immersed in Radha's line;
Her heart, her pain, her tender grace,
Had merged within his shining face.

At times he'd roam through temple ground,
And call in love's bewildered sound,
"Where is that flute—the soul's relief?
Why does the night conceal my grief?

His arms outstretched, his golden chest
Heaved oceans of unbroken quest;
Each whisper turned to fervent flame,
Each tear proclaimed the holy Name.

For Bhakti highest, pure and deep,
Is love through loss the soul must keep;
And Radha's pain became his own—
A throne of tears, a crown unknown.

The devotees in awe would stand,
To see him dance with lifted hand;
His voice would melt the heart of stone,
Till even gods shed tears unknown.

Sometimes in trance he softly sighed,
"Ah Shyam! My life! My joy! My guide! "
And sometimes, lost in rapture's flow,
He wandered where no senses go.

He saw Vrindavan in his dreams,
The Yamuna in silver streams;
The cowherd songs, the forest fair,
Seemed born afresh in Puri's air.

He spoke to trees, he kissed the breeze,
He bowed before the silent seas;
Each wave became a holy note,
That echoed sweet from soul to throat.

"O Gopis blest, " he cried one day,
"Your love the world cannot repay!
You gave your all, your name, your truth,
To please your Lord, eternal youth.

He wept for them whose hearts did glow,
Who left their homes at midnight;
Their names he spoke, their love he praised,
Till all the sky in Bhakti blessed.


"Radha! " he cried, "Thou queen of grace,
No god can take thy sacred place!
For Krishna's joy you live, you die,
You bless the world through every sigh.

"Within Gambhira's dim retreat,
He felt her pulse in each heart beat;
Her absence stung like lightning's fire,
Yet absence turned to love's desire.

At times he'd roll upon the floor,
As waves of Radha's rapture roared;
His limbs would stiffen, eyes would stream,
Lost in the sweetness of her dream.

Ramananda, Swarup near,
Would sing her name for him to hear;
He'd whisper, trembling, "Say once more—
The lila sweet of Braja's shore.


Through every line of sacred song,
Her essence moved, divinely strong;
For she alone had known the art,
Of giving Krishna all her heart.

He worshipped not for heaven's throne,
But love that makes the Lord one's own;
That loses self, that gives and cries,
And lives through tears, through sacrifice.

No scholar's pen, no sage's art,
Could grasp the realm within his heart;
For where he dwelt, no reason trod
It was the chamber known to God.

He was the Lord, yet longed to feel,
The touch of his power could not reveal;
To taste the love his lover gave,
The sweetness only Radha craved.

Thus did he come in golden hue,
To show what pure devotion knew;
That God himself, though full, desired,
The heart by love is divinely fired.

His Gopi bhava, deep and rare,
Was the soul of mercy, the form of prayer;
Through him the world for once could see,
Love is richer than eternity.

At Ratha Yatra's joyous time,
He sang her heart in sacred rhyme;
Before the Lord who sits in guise,
He poured her yearning through his eyes.

He danced, he cried, he fainted near,
And whispered words no mortals hear;
His feet in rhythm struck the sand,
His tears became sweet flowers grand.

"Oh Shyam, " he sang, "You left our side,
Yet through this pain the hearts abide;
Your flute still calls, though far You stay,
Our souls still follow night and day.

"All Puri wept—the king, the poor,
All hearts awakened to adore;
For through his Bhava, pure, supreme,
They glimpsed the truth of Radha's dream.

And thus his life, a golden tide,
Held both the Lover and the Bride;
His body trembled, melted, shone—
Two souls in one, yet one alone.

The Ganga whispers still his call,
That love of Radha saves us all;
Through Mahaprabhu, hearts divine,
Become as stars in Krishna's line.

O seeker lost in worldly sea,
Learn love from Gaur's humility;
For he became the gopi's pain,
To make the world their joy again.

No greater gift, no nobler goal,
Than Krishna bound within the soul;
That love he showed, beyond all price,
The purest light of sacrifice.

So bow to him, whose golden flame,
Revived the gopi's sacred name;
In him we find, through loss and strife,
The secret path, the heart of life.





(A Devotional Poem on Mahaprabhu's Final Leela and Divine Return)

In Puri's heart, by ocean's roar,
The golden saint was seen no more;
He walked the streets with far off gaze,
His soul consumed in Krishna's blaze.

The kirtans hushed when he would weep,
His nights were storms without their sleep;
At every cry the heavens sighed,
For Gaur was love personified.

His limbs grew frail, his body slight,
Yet inward shone immortal light;
Each glance is a spark of Radha's pain,
Each breath is a call to Shyam again.

With trembling hand he touched the air,
As though his Lord was dwelling there;
"O Dark One fair, where have You gone?
My heart can live for You alone.

In Gambhira's room, it is so dim and small,
His tears adorned each silent wall;
The floor was wet with Bhakti's sea,
A shrine of love's eternity.
Sometimes he rose in restless trance,
And danced alone in inward dance;

Sometimes he fell, his breath forgot,
His soul in Vrindavan's lot.
"Where is the flute, O sweet delight?
Where do the cows go in golden light?

Where did Radha walk through the groves of spring?
I only hear the sea wind sing.
"The waves replied, in a murmured tone,
"You soon shall reach your love's own zone;

Goloka waits with eyes so kind,
To heal thy heart, O love refined
."Ramananda bowed his head,
Swarup wept tears the sky had shed;


They watched their Lord through a fading hue,
His gaze beyond all mortal view.
Once Jagannath in temple bright,
Gazed back with wide and endless sight.

Between them rose no wall, no bound
Their hearts in single bliss were found.
The crowds outside would chant and cry,
"O Gaur! O Lord! Do not say bye! "

But he no longer could stay,
His soul prepared to slip away.
By night's soft veil, the moment came,
The air perfumed with Krishna's name

The sea grew still, the lamps bent low,
The temple bathed in mystic glow.He cried, "O Shyam, my all, my breath!
Come end this endless living death!

Unite me now where souls are free,
In the golden grove of destiny.
"Then lightning flashed through the temple hall,
A sigh of wind embraced them all.

The sound of conch, the cry of drum,
And silence was vast as grace to come.
Some say he vanished in the wave,
The ocean claimed the love it gave.

Some say the door of the shrine did shine,
And fused his form with Lord divine.
Whatever path, whatever place,
His end was love, his crown was grace.

No death it was, but grand return,
Where Radha's heart and Krishna burn.
In Golok's fields forever fair,
He walks with flute bound Lover there.

No saffron now, no tears remain,
Only the song of love's refrain.
The Gopi smile, "Our Lord has come,
The golden form returns home."

Bhakti's moon, from earth withdrawn,
Now lights the realms of endless dawn.
Yet still in hearts that chant his praise,
His feet through kirtans softly blaze.

Each Name he gave, each word he spoke,
Still wakes the world to Bhakti's yoke.
And when devotees cry in pain,
He breathes again through love's refrain.

For Gaur's compassion has no shore,
It flows through souls forevermore.
O trembling hearts who yearn to see,
The Lord of tears, humility.

Now he returns where songs are pure,
Where love alone shall long endure.Thus ends his play, yet not his reign,
His presence sings through joy and pain.

Through every tear, through every name,
Lives Chaitanya's eternal flame.
O Gaur, O Radha, merged, divine,
Your love shall through all ages shine.

The world was blessed by your brief stay,
Now heaven keeps your golden ray
And when the last devotee sings,
The sound of his return still rings.

In the heart, in the sky, in the temple's dome,
The Golden Tide has reached His Home.




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The Eternal Chant of Gauranga
(A Devotional Prayer to Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu)

O moon of mercy, Gauranga bright,
Who vanished in eternal light;
Yet still you dwell through Name and sound,
Where hearts in love are truly found.

Your kirtan hums through silent years,
Awakening joy, dissolving fears;
Through chanting lips your flame appears,
Through tears your form of gold rears.

The ocean still remembers you,
Its waves repeat your soft adieu;
The Ganga glows beneath moon's hue,
For she still bathes where you once flew.

O Gaur, we chant the Name you gave,
That souls may cross the mortal wave;
Your mercy deep, your heart so brave, .
Still rescues those you long to save.

By Haridas, by Nityanand,
Your glory spread through every land;
Through saints who serve with loving hand,
You reign beyond our understand.

No temple's gate can keep you bound,
Your presence dwells wherever sound;
Of Hari's name, in joy profoundly,
Turns earth itself to holy ground.


O golden Lord of gentle eye,
Who taught the world to weep and sigh;
Through kirtan loud, through prayer's sweet cry,
To taste the bliss that never die.

.We bow before your sacred feet,
Where mercy's rivers softly meet;
O Gaur, O Lord, your smile is so sweet,
Makes sorrow's chains forever treat.

You taught the world a simple art
To chant, to love, to give the heart;
No pen can write, no book impart,
The depth of grace you still impart.

Through every shore where devotees sing,
Your presence rides on the rhythmic wing;
The drums resound, the cymbals ring.
And tears like pearls to Krishna bring.

O Gaur, you dwell in every soul,
The lost, the broken, made whole;
Through humble faith, through a single goal—
To love the Lord without control.

Your cry of "Krishna" filled the air,
No pride or caste or worldly care;
You showed that love's the only prayer,
That leads the heart to truth declare

O radiant monk, O golden flame,
We call upon your sacred name;
Bless us, who seek your boundless frame,
To live for Krishna's holy fame.

When darkness falls, when hope seems gone,
Let your sweet mercy lead us on;
Through worldly night to Bhakti's dawn,
Till all illusion's chains are torn.

Let tongues that err now softly sing,
Of Krishna's joy, his flute's full ring;
Let hearts arise through everything,
To taste the peace your tears can bring.

O Lord whose pain was love divine,
Through separation all did shine;
Teach us that loss and joy combine,
To make the soul eternally thine.

We see your face when the sun appears,
Your voice resounds through chanting spheres;
Through saintly hearts, through the salt of tears,
Your Bhakti conquers all our fears.

O Gauranga, sweet devotee God,
You walked where simple hearts had trod;
Your feet have blessed this fragile sod,
With love no mortal mind can laud.

Grant us the mood of humble grace,
To serve all souls in their own place;
To see the Lord in every face,
And spread your mercy's warm embrace.

O Chaitanya, boundless sea,
Of tenderness and ecstasy;
O master of humility,
Your light alone makes hearts feel free.

When storms of mind or sin arise,
Let your remembrance heal all ties;
Let chanting bring paradise,
Of tears that cleanse, of truth that lies.

Your saints still guard the holy fire,
Of chanting's ever living choir;
Through them your Bhakti will not tire,
For they sustain your grand desire.

O Lord of pure compassion bright,
You blessed the lost with saving sight;
Turn every heart from wrong to right,
And make our souls your home of light.

We pray to feel, serene and deep,
The trance wherein your lovers weep;
To sow the Name, its fruit to reap,
And guard the vow we each must keep.

O golden saint, O Lord divine,
Let our small hearts mirror thine;
Through chanting may the worlds align,
And souls like stars through mercy shine.

You left the earth, yet none despair,
Your Bhakti hums through earth and air;
Your sound of love beyond compare,
Still draws the Lord to answer prayer.

Through every dawn, through every shore,
Your kirtan calls forevermore;
In fire, in rain, in mortal war,
Your Name alone shall be our door.

So bless us, Lord of hearts and tears,
That through our days, through all our years;
We chant thy Name till time disappears,
And meet thy smile in higher spheres.

We end this hymn in reverent tone,
Through the "Hari" sound, your mercy shown;
Through hearts that melt to love alone,
We find your grace, the world's true throne.


O Gauranga, Lord we adore,
Let Bhakti flame forevermore;
Till all who weep their souls restore,
And chant with you on heaven's shore.






(A Devotional Poem to Sri Chaitanya Nityananda)
O dawn of love, O twin divine,
Two moons that through all ages shine;
Gauranga gold, Nityananda white,

The world awakened to your light.From mercy's sky your radiance poured,
The hearts of men in song restored;

Where sorrow slept, where night was long,
You woke the world through Bhakti's song.
Together walking, side by side,
Two waves of love, one holy tide;

You danced through lanes with lifted hand,
And filled with joy the weeping land.
The poor, the lost, the faint of breath,
You raised from sin, you conquered death.

Through names of Krishna, pure and sweet,
You turned despair to glad defeat.
O brothers born of heaven's ray,
Your glance made darkness flee away.

Through every street, through every door,
You sowed the seed of love once more.
The drums of kirtan thundered wide,
The cymbals shone, the hearts replied.

The sky itself began to sing,
"When Gaur and Nitai spread their wings."
One golden with compassion's flame,
One silver, tranquil, void of blame.

Together you proclaimed the creed
That chanting is the truest deed.
No throne you sought, no priestly fame,
Your joy was in the Holy Name.

Through love alone your vision grew,
Till God himself reborn anew.
The rivers danced beneath your feet,
The stones would hum the rhythm sweet.

The wind would carry every phrase,
And mortals bowed in tearful praise.
O Nityanand, soft as dove,
Embodiment of boundless love.

Your laughter swept all the pain away,
Your mercy knew no night nor day.And Gaur, the golden heart of flame,
Who bore all grief in Krishna's name.

Through every sob, through every call,
You poured your grace upon us all.
Together you forgave mankind,
The cruel, the proud, the deaf, the blind.

For those who called with the single "Hari, "
You washed their hearts of every worry.
O brothers bright, O mercy's pair,
Who teaches that love is the sweetest prayer.


Though high or low, though far or near,
You heard each cry, you stilled each fear.
When sinners mocked, you wept instead,
And crowned their shame with grace instead.

When scholars scorned, you gently smiled,
And blessed the proud with hearts beguiled.
Your kirtans rolled like ocean sound,
Till even stones with love were crowned.

Through simple faith the world restored,
By singing Krishna, life adored.
At Shantipur you smiled once more,
At Puri's gate the sea did roar.

Your hands are outstretched, your hearts are the same,
Each whisper was warmed by Krishna's name.
Through Navadvipa, through Bengal green,
Your golden feet left a holy sheen.


Through Orissa's lands and temple gate,
You turned all wrath to love innate
In Nityanand's embrace divine,
Lay Gaur's pure heart, serene design.

No difference the saints perceive—
Both love and love in hearts believe.
Nitai, the bridge for souls astray,
Led thousands to the bhakti's way.

While Gaur, the Lord of tearful bliss,
Showing God is known through tenderness.
Two deities of one bright flame,
Who serves each soul without acclaim.

The sun and moon of Bhakti's sky,
Whose light no darkness can deny.
O pilgrims seeking path and peace,
Their love shall make your doubts decrease.

For every home where kirtans rise,
Becomes a gate to paradise.
When hearts grow dry, when faith grows weak,
Call "Nitai Gaur! " with a humble cheek.

Their names shall shine, a nectar rain,
And make all grief a song again.
O Nitai's laugh, O Gaur's sweet tear,
The world both grew pure and clear;

One gives the feast, the other wine
Of Krishna's love, a joy divine.
They taught the proud to bow, the meek
To stand and chant with a glowing cheek.

They gave each soul a golden thread,
To bind all hearts where sorrow fled.Even now through voices low,
Their kirtan's echo soft will flow.

Through every tongue their mercy rings,
Through every sigh devotion sings.
When we are lost, when hope seems drowned,
Their mercy's wave again is found.

O Lordly pair, so mild, so grand,
We rest beneath your loving hand.
Grant us the strength to ever sing,
To keep our hearts in offering.

Let every breath proclaim your praise,
Till life dissolves in Bhakti's blaze.
In Nitai's smile and Gaur's embrace,
All souls shall find their dwelling place.

No greater heaven could there be,
Than love that flows eternally.
O Gaur, the sun of love's pure glow,
O Nitai, moon of mercy's flow.

Together we rule our mortal song,
And make our fallen hearts belong.
Let pride depart, let doubt decay,
Let every heart in kirtan pray.

For when your names in rhythm meet,
The earth itself feels mercy's beat.
We pray, O Lords, to dwell some day,
Where both of You in dance shall stay.

Where Radha Krishna sweetly gleams,
Fulfilled within your golden dream.
Till then we chant your endless sound,
Our tears are the flowers on holy ground.

"O Nitai Gaur! O grace sublime,
Make every breath your sacred chime.
And when life's final dusk shall roll,
Let "Hare Krishna" crown our soul.

For that one night all hearts shall soar,
Embraced by Nitai Gaur once more.
O golden mercy, twin and true,
Our faith, our love, our life is You.

Through dust, through flame, through time's great shore,
We chant your glory—Nitai Gaur
O My dear Honorable, you are my all


The Eternal Union — Gaura Vrindavan Leela
(A Devotional Poem on Radha Krishna Unity Through Chaitanya Nityananda)

In dawn's first gold, the sky bowed low,
Where Vrindavan's blooms in silence glow;
The flute of love began to play—
And heaven woke to Bhakti's day.

Through Gauranga's heart, the world could see,
The love of Radha's mystery;
Through Nitai's smile, so full, so kind,
The mercy infinite combined.

Radha and Krishna, Lover and Loved,
Through his bright form together moved;
Two souls once twain, now one divine,
In golden hue their hearts align.

The forest leaves in whisper sang,
"Gaura rose from Radha's pang!
No other joy, no sweeter art,
Than Krishna dwelling in her heart.

He danced through lanes with lifted eyes,
Where echoes mingled with the skies;
Each "Krishna! " The sound became a flame,
Uniting both in a single name.

Through every chant and holy vow,
Radha and Shyam embraced somehow;
And through that merging, pure and deep,
The world awoke from Maya's sleep.

O Nitai's mercy vast as sea,
You opened the truth for all to see;
That in Lord Gaur the lovers meet,
Their union was found through chanting's beat.

No temple high could veil their play,
For love poured out in human clay;
In every song, in every tone,
Their presence made the heart their throne.


Radha, the spring of mercy's tear,
Krishna, the joy that draws her near;
Two bodies separate, one delight,
Now shine as Gaura's golden light.

He felt her yearning, sweet, profound,
Through every limb devotion bound;
Her laughter turned to flute's refrain,
Her sigh became the holy rain.

He tasted the pain she knew,
When Shyam from Vrindavan flew;
That pain itself became his bliss—
A wound transformed through pure abyss.

Through Ratha Yatra's sacred gate,
He felt both love and desolate fate;
For Radha's soul within him framed
Her Krishna whom the world enslaved.

The chariot rolled, the drums would call,
His tears became the eyes of all;
He danced before Jagannath's grace,
Where Radha met her Lord's embrace.

That meeting none on earth could claim,
Except through Gaura's golden frame;
For through his love the secret is known,
That Radha Krishna are One Alone.

O Nitai, gentle friend of hearts,
You guard this truth, this sacred art;
You lead each soul to that pure shore,
Where love is whole forevermore.

In loving Gaur, we love them both,
The fair haired Lord, the blue hued oath;
For Krishna's charm and Radha's sigh,
In Gaur abide, and never die.


No sage, no god could yet define,
The taste of love is so rare, divine;
But through his tears and loving tone,
That mystery to man was shown.

.Through simple chant, through humble song,
He proved the soul to God;
And Radha's heart through the human breast,
Made Krishna's world forever blessed.

Each devotee who chants with care,
Find Radha Krishna living there;
In every Name, their forms entwine,
Their sweetness is endless, love divine.

The cowherd groves, the scented breeze,
Descend through hearts made soft as seas;
And those who cry in longing are true,
Find Vrindavan within their view.

O Chaitanya, golden flame,
Through you the two became the same;
Your heart the stage, your soul the art,
Where They in timeless love take part.

And Nitai, moon of mercy's tide,
You stand in joy at Gaur's side;
You teach the weak, "No sin is too tall,
Just chant His Name—it cleaned all.

Through both of you, the path made clear,
The highest love to all came near;
That Bhakti pure, that gopi's gaze,
Still lights the soul through endless days.

The Gopi dance, the cuckoos sing,
The holy river starts to ring;
For each kirtan, hearts align,
To feel the pulse of love divine.


O Radha's grace, O Krishna's bliss,
Revealed through Gauranga's kiss;
Your unity the world adorns,
Through mortal hearts devotion born.

The tears of saints are nectar sweet,
For the two in the union meet;
Each sigh of pain, each note of song,
Becomes where Love and God belong.

When Gaur's soft steps through temple gleam,
The cowherd pastures seem to dream;
The mind dissolves, the soul takes flight,
Through endless waves of golden light.

Thus bhaktas know—no dual strife,
Radha and Shyam are one in life;
Through Gaur they live, through a Nitai call,
Their love is the root, the soul of all.

We bow to them, both fair and kind,
Whose mercy boundless, undefined;
Through tears of chant, through a humble heart,
They grant the soul the mystic part.

O Gaura, Nitai, guiding pair,
Take us where divine hearts share;
Let Radha's glance through Krishna's play,
Within our hearts for ever stay.

Make life a kirtan, night and morn,
Where Gopi' longing is reborn;
Where the sound of "Hari" fills the sea,
And hearts become eternity.

Their love has neither death nor birth,
It binds the stars, the sky, the earth;
Through Gaura's glow and Nitai's peace,
All souls find freedom, full release.

O golden saints of mercy's door,
We seek your blessing ever more;
To taste the love that tears convey,
Where Krishna's call lights purest way.

Within your hearts, the truth we find,
That God and Love are intertwined;
Through Naam alone this world is saved,
Through Bhakti pure, the heart is engraved.

So ends this hymn in a joyous tone,
Where love's two streams unite as one;
Through Gaura Nitai's boundless reign,
Radha Krishna shine again.

O devotees, chant with soul refined,
Let every breath to Name be signed;
For Gaur the bridge, and Nitai's shore,
Join Radha Krishna ever more.



The Golden Saga of Gauranga
(A Colossal Devotional Ode on Sri Chaitanya Mahaprabhu's Leelas)

In Navadvipa's gentle land,
Where Ganga's waters kiss the sand,
A child was born 'neath moonlit sheen,
The Lord of Love in form unseen.

Nimai, golden lotus bright,
Brought dawn to every heart and sight;
From holy womb to scholar's throne,
He made devotion's truth be known.

Through grammar, logic, ancient lore,
He pierced the veil of worldly war;
Yet deep within his sacred chest,
Flamed Krishna's love, unasked request.

A bride was given, a home prepared,
Yet all his soul was outward bare;
To Mother, Wife, he showed the way,
Of love that burns to light the day.

To Gaya's shore he went alone,
To seek the name, the sacred throne;
From Ishvara Puri's hand he took,
The mantra is pure, the holy book.

His soul inflamed with chant divine,
He roared the Name through the street and shrine;
Transforming hearts through tears and songs,
Where Bhakti's tide flows wide and strong.

Nityananda, moonlike bright,
Appeared to share the flame of light;
Together we walked the saintly pair,
Dispelling darkness, doubt, despair.

Their kirtans rose from every street,
Where rich and poor in chorus meet;
The Name of their wealth, their only power,
A fragrant rose in every bow.

Onward to Puri's sacred shores,
Where Jagannath in splendor roars;
He dwelt in trance and ecstasy,
The boundless ocean of the sea.

Then southward path his feet did tread,
To spread the Name where angels led;
Through Tamil, Telugu lands he roamed,
Till hearts anew in Bhakti bloomed.

But worldly ties he laid aside,
His wife's soft grief did not hide;
Yet mercy reigned within her heart,
A noble love that won't depart.

Returning home with tears that gleamed,
He met his bride—the dream redeemed;
Through the sweet and sacred vow,
Their souls united—then and now.

His Mahabhava rose and swelled,
Where Radha's ardor heart compelled;
Becoming gopi pure and meek,
His soul the flute's eternal seek.

And when the final moment came,
The Lord withdrew in holy flame;
Into the arms of Jagannath,
He merged beyond life's mortal path.

Yet through each chant and sacred cry,
His presence reigns, it will not die;
For Nama Sankirtan still flows,
The river deep where Bhakti grows.

O Gauranga, boundless flame,
Whose mercy none can dare to name;
In every heart of your light we find,
Your love is eternal, vast, and kind.


Your birth a dawn of endless grace,
Your life is a hymn of loving face;
Your footsteps mark the sacred land—
Each soul is renewed by your command.

From Navadvipa unto Puri's gate,
Through every village, every state;
Your name, the bridge for all mankind,
To reach the God of mercy kind

You smashed each wall of caste and creed,
Brought East and West within one deed;
O liberator, humble and wise,
You made the cosmos chant and rise.

.In every tear your glory shines,
In every smile your love combines;
The gopi's pain, the monk's serene,
The thousand moods of love unseen.

We bow before your lotus feet,
In kirtan's sound, so pure, so sweet;
With Nitai's moon beside your sun,
Your sacred mission ever run.

O Lord of Bhakti, Guide of Souls,
Whose name with every breath extols;
Grant us your mercy, make us true,
Our lives are a chant of love for You.

Let us dissolve in Nama's sea,
Where none are lost, but all are free;
Let every heart your story know,
The golden tide that bids us grow.

.You are the flame in every tear,
The solace when the night is near;
The beacon is bright that calls us home,
No longer lost, no longer roam.

Our lives your leelas sweetly fill,
The world rejoices, the skies are still;
Through every age your love remains,
A boundless joy that frees all chains.

O Chaitanya, Gauranga, Lord,
We sing for you one endless chord;
Our hearts are uplifted, souls set free,
In your divine infinity.

Through birth and death, through pain and bliss,
You showed the world its truest kiss;
The kiss of love from God to the soul,
The broken parts were made perfectly whole.

As rivers join the ocean vast,
Your Bhakti flows through ages past;
And through your grace, we find the way
To Krishna's light, to endless day.

O Lord, accept this humble song,
In every heart where you belong;
Lead us where your holy feet
And loving hearts forever meet.


O My dear Honorable lover of Radha!
'NAVIN 'feels blessed through the writing name of RADHA Krishna vallabha!


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