Sri Chaitanya Charitamrita: Adi-lila, 5.181-197
by Srila Krishna Das Kaviraj Goswami
Sri Chaitanya Charitamrita – Adi Lila Krishnadas Kabiraj bengali 1915
naihati-nikate ‘jhamatapura’ name grama
tanha svapne dekha dila nityananda-rama
Near the town of Naihati, in the village of Jhamatapur, Lord Nityananda Rama appeared to me in a dream.
dandavat haiya ami padinu payete
nija-pada-padma prabhu dila mora mathe
I fell at His feet, offering my obeisances, and He then placed His own lotus feet upon my head.
‘utha’, ‘utha’ bali’ more bale bara bara
uthi’ tanra rupa dekhi’ hainu chamatkara
“Arise! Arise!” He told me again and again. Upon rising, I was astonished to see the beauty of His divine form.
syama-chikkana kanti, prakanda sarira
saksat kandarpa, yaichhe maha-malla-vira
He had a bright, whitish complexion. He was seven feet tall and had a strong, stout figure
like that of a great wrestler. His exalted beauty was just like that of Lord Balaram.
suvalita hasta, pada, kamala-nayana
patta-vastra sire, patta-vastra paridhana
He had very pleasantly formed hands, arms and legs, and eyes like lotus flowers.
He wore silk cloth and a silk turban on His head.
suvarna-kundala karne, svarnangada-vala
payete nupura baje, kanthe puspa-mala
He wore golden earrings on His ears, golden armlets and bangles. He wore tinkling ankle bells on His feet and a flower garland around His neck.
chandana-lepita-anga, tilaka suthama
matta-gaja jini’ mada-manthara payana
His body was anointed with sandalwood pulp, and He was nicely decorated with tilaka. His intoxicated movements surpassed those of a dancing elephant.
koti-chandra jini’ mukha ujjvala-varana
dadimba-bija-sama danta tambula-charvana
His face was more effulgent than millions upon millions of moons, and His teeth resembled pomegranate seeds because of His chewing betel.
preme matta anga dahine-vame dole
‘krisna’ ‘krisna’ baliya gambhira bola bale
His body swayed to and fro, absorbed in ecstasy, and He chanted “Krishna, Krishna” in a deep voice.
ranga-yasti haste dole yena matta simha
chari-pase vedi achhe charanete bhringa
parisada-gane dekhi’ saba gopa-vese
‘krisna’ ‘krisna’ kahe sabe saprema avese
He moved like an intoxicated lion with a strong, knotted bamboo stick in His hand. On all four sides His devotee-associates, dressed like cowherd boys, surrounded His lotus feet like a swarm of bumblebees and chanted “Krishna, Krishna,” absorbed in ecstatic love.
singa vamsi bajaya keha, keha nache gaya
sevaka yogaya tambula, chamara dhulaya
Some of them played horns and flutes, and others danced and sang. Some of them offered betel nuts, and others waved chamara fans about Him.
nityananda-svarupera dekhiya vaibhava
kiba rupa, guna, lila–alaukika saba
Thus I saw the opulence of Lord Nityananda Svarup. His wonderful form, qualities and Pastimes are all transcendental manifestations.
anande vihvala ami, kichhu nahi jani
tabe hasi’ prabhu more kahilena vani
I was overwhelmed with transcendental ecstasy, not knowing anything else. At that time Lord Nityananda smiled and spoke to me as follows.
are are krsnadasa, na karaha bhaya
vrindavane yaha,–tanha sarva labhya haya
“O my dear Krishna Das, do not be afraid. Go to Vrindavan, for there you will attain all things.”
eta bali’ prerila more hatasani diya
antardhana kaila prabhu nija-gana lana
After saying this, He directed me toward Vrindavan by waving His hand. Then He disappeared with His associates.
murchchhita ha-iya muni padinu bhumite
svapna-bhanga haila, dekhi, hanachhe prabhate
I fainted and fell to the ground, my dream broke, and when I regained consciousness I saw that morning had come.
ki dekhinu ki suninu, kariye vichara
prabhu-ajna haila vrindavana yaibara
I considered what I had seen and heard, and concluded that Lord Nityananda Prabhu had ordered me to go to Vrindavan at once.
sei ksane vrndavane karinu gamana
prabhura kripate sukhe ainu vrindavana
That very second I immediately started for Vrindavan, and by Lord Nityananda Prabhu’s mercy I reached there in great happiness.
jaya jaya nityananda, nityananda-rama
yanhara kripate painu vrindavana-dhama
All glory, all glory to Lord Nityananda Rama, by whose mercy I have attained shelter in the transcendental abode of Vrindavan!
