smara
gaura gadadhara kelikalam
bhava gaura gadadhara paksacaram
srnu gaura gadadhara carukatham
bhaja godruma-kanana kunjavidhum
bhava gaura gadadhara paksacaram
srnu gaura gadadhara carukatham
bhaja godruma-kanana kunjavidhum
"Remember
the wonderful pastimes of Gaura and Gadadhara. Become a servant of Gaura and
Gadadhara. Listen to the beautiful narrations concerning Gaura and Gadadhara,
and worship Lord Gaura, the beautiful moon of the groves of Godrum." Srila Bhaktivinoda Thakur
Excerpt from lecture of Srila B.R. Sridhar deva Swami : [...] Gadadhara Pandita appeared and
disappeared during the summer season, under the new moon. Mahaprabhu took
the fullest advantage from Gadadhara, and sent him to the most negative
position. Gadadhara Pandita gave himself voluntarily to Him. His very
heart was drawn by Mahaprabhu, bhava-kanti. And he, just like a shadow, gave the entirety
of his wealth to Mahaprabhu. Gadadhara Pandita was a shadow, running after Him as if his heart had been stolen. This person stole all his wealth, and he
was fully dependent on Him. Like a shadow, he is moving after Him.
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The
Moon that rose
among
new groves
stole
my love,
the
golden moon rays
shine
with the wealth
of
my robbed heart ~
now
emptied like a night
plundered
of its moonlight.
As
a shadow
of
my own heart,
I
follow behind
as
He desires,
like
a hollow husk
seems
to fly and be alive,
twisting
and turning
in wafts.
My
heart was
my
whole world,
I
was the Queen
of
that kingdom of love,
now
ransacked,
I
am exiled,
this
emptied body
still
standing
always
at His side,
onlooker
of my own love.
The
broken-winged bird
that
is my heart,
still
breathes,
but this air has no life,
because, unable to fly
in
the moods of love,
pitiable,
passive, it waits
for
His hands to lift it up.
As
whips of the wind
put the ocean into motion,
now, as the owner of my love,
now, as the owner of my love,
He is still the only one
to
raise waves
on the waters of emotion,
ruffling
the dead calm sea
of
this life
spent as the shadow of my love,
spent as the shadow of my love,
heralded, since its dawning,
by a dark moon night.
