CHAITANYA MAHAPRABHU
One day, Nimai's father
And his beloved mother,
Both were sitting outside
In their open courtyard.
To bring a book, his father told.
And Nimai quickly rushed
Inside the house for the same;
Back with the book he came.
They heard ankle-bells sounds
That disturbed their minds.
Nimai had no ankle-bells,
How came those sounds?
When they went inside
Footprints they found
Having various symbols
Which brought them tears.
"We'll surely be liberated, "
Father said, "In this world,
No more births for us,
Having seen God's footsteps."
They offered nice food
To their family God
As they were blessed
By the merciful Lord.
One day, a pious guest,
A Brahmin, came just
To have his day's food
After offering it to God.
He himself cooked food,
But three times he cooked,
When Nimai had tasted,
Thus polluting the food.
Angry his father became
With a stick he came
Running to beat his son
Who tasted food, one by one.
When he was running
The Brahmin was saying,
"Don't beat, he's a child,
Not knowing, he did."
The Brahmin saw a sight
With a flashing light
Of Krishna's form real
Highly decorated in full.
In four of His hands
He held a beautiful lotus,
Disc, club, conch shell,
Which were shining well.
The Brahmin understood
That Nimai was the Lord
Krishna Himself before him
Who wanted to test him.
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