CHAITANYA MAHAPRABHU
Back home, after he worked,
Lord Vishnu, Nimai worshiped,
And then played his flute,
Music flooding from his heart.
It attracted Shachi, his mother.
She left her room, went there,
Saw moon and sky on his chest,
It was indeed a wonderful sight.
She was really so fortunate,
To see all he did in the past,
Besides doors, walls, windows
Emanating lights and sounds.
She also saw celestial ladies,
With lotus flowers in their hands,
Besides demigods appearing
And within a moment vanishing.
It wasn't her imagination,
But it gave her a true vision
To prove her divine son,
As not an ordinary person.
He was seemingly arrogant,
But had a soft-pure heart,
Towards all his followers
Who believed his innocence.
He excelled in his devotion,
Renunciation and dedication,
And he accepted defeats
From his pure devotees.
In all the religious activities,
He proved his excellence,
By his divine speech-flow
With no pomp and show.
Devotees blindly followed him.
As a great Master, they saw him.
No one, in any field, excelled him
Nor anyone challenged him.
As a Supreme Personality
Of Godhead, for his ability,
He lived a life of austerity
And more as a divine entity.
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