Rahu swallowed the moon, there were great tidal waves in the ocean of the holy names, Kali was defeated, and the victory flag flew. The Supreme Personality of Godhead was manifest, and the fourteen worlds were filled with the sounds of "Jaya! Jaya!"
Gazing on the moon of Lord Caitanya, everyone in Nadiya is filled with bliss. Now all their sorrows have perished.
Dundubhi drums are struck. A hundred conchshell trumpets are blown. Flutes and buffalo-horn bugles are played. Vrindavana dasa sings the glories of Sri Caitanya Thakura and Nityananda Prabhu.
The handsomeness of His limbs defeats the sunshine. My eyes cannot bear to gaze on Him. I cannot speak any metaphors to describe His long, slightly curved eyes.
Today Lord Caitanya's glories are manifest. Sounds of joy are heard in the four directions of the earth. Each vibration of Lord Hari's names fills all the worlds up to Brahmaloka. Now the moon of Lord Caitanya is manifest.
He is splendid like sandal paste. His chest is broad. His forest-flower garland swings to and fro. His handsome face is like the cooling moon. His long arms reach to His knees.
Gazing at Lord Caitanya, the fortunate world calls out "Jaya! Jaya!" Some dance. Others sing. Kali is filled with despair.
Only pathetic fools cannot understand the truth of Lord Caitanya, who is the crown on the heads of the four Vedas. Vrindavana dasa sings the glories of Sri Caitanya Thakura and Nityananda Prabhu.
The moon of Lord Caitanya has risen. Now the ten directions are filled with bliss.
His handsome form defeats millions of Kamadevas. He smiles as He hears the chanting of His holy names.
I gaze on His charming eyes and face, marked with the signs of a great king.
Every heart in this world yearns to gaze on His limbs and on His feet graceful with the flag and thunderbolt.
His glories and opulences make all misfortunes flee far away.
Sri Caitanya and Sri Nityananda are my life and soul. I, Vrindavana dasa, sing of Their glories.
Hearing that Lord Caitanya had descended to this world, the demigods felt the presence of great auspiciousness. Gazing at the moon of His face, a moon the cools the burning sufferings of material life, they became wild with bliss.
Ananta, Brahma, Siva, and the other demigods have now assumed human forms. On the pretext of the eclipse they also chant "Hari! Hari!" I have no power to describe the glories I have seen.
The four directions of Nadiya are filled with loud sounds of "Hari! Hari!" Demigods and humans meet and enjoy pastimes. Now Navadvipa is flooded with bliss.
In Saci's courtyard all the demigods offer respectful obeisances. In the blinding darkness of eclipse no one can see them. These pastimes of Lord Caitanya are very difficult to understand.
Some offered prayers. Others held a parasol. Others fanned with camaras. Others joyfully showered flowers. Others sang. Others danced.
Lord Caitanya has come with His devotees. The atheists and offenders do not understand Him in any way. Vrindavana dasa sings the nectar glories of Sri Krishna Caitanya and Nityananda Prabhu.
The dundubhi and dindima drums are struck. There are auspicious sounds of "Jaya!" There is the nectar of sweet singing. "Today we will meet a very exalted person, a person even the Vedas do not understand. Please, don't delay."
In Indrapura there is a great tumult of auspicious sounds. Everyone calls out, "Hurry! Get ready! Get ready!" "Because of our great good fortune, we will now go to Lord Caitanya, who has appeared in Navadvipa!"
They embrace and kiss each other. They have no shame. Wild with joy that the prince of Navadvipa had now taken birth, they do not know who they are and who others are either.
In Navadvipa they hear the blissful sounds of Lord Hari's holy names coming from the four directions. Tasting the nectar of Lord Caitanya's glories, they become intoxicated. They sing, "Caitanya!" "Jaya! Jaya!"
In Saci's home they gaze at handsome Lord Caitanya, who was glorious like ten million moons meeting together, who had accepted a humanlike form, and who, manifesting an eclipse, tricked the people into loudly chanting the holy names of Lord Hari.
Accompanied by all His potencies, the moon of Lord Caitanya has descended to this world. The atheists and blasphemers cannot understand Him. The two moons of Sri Caitanya and Sri Nityananda are my Lords. They are my life and soul. I, Vrindavana dasa, sing the nectar of Their glories.
Look! There is Lord Caitanya's marketplace, where He sells the jewels of prema (love for Krishna).
From the first moment of His descent into this world, the Lord preached the Hari-sankirtana movement.
Seeing that en eclipse had darkened the four directions, the people, running to bathe in the Ganga, chanted, Hari!"
