Harir Drstva Gosthe Mukura Gatam

Will Lord Hari who, when He saw His own incomparable sweetness in a mirror in Vraja, in order to become like His dearest friend Radha' manifested an incomparable golden form and took birth in Bengal as the son of Saci, again walk on the pathway of my eyes?

Will Saci's son, who is sweetly bathed in the honey of the love in Isvara Puri's heart, whose feet are always worshiped by Govinda's splendid service, and whose face is worshiped with the billions of lotuses that are Svarupa Damodara's breaths, again walk on the pathway of my eyes?

Will Saci's son, who wears a kaupina and above that a saffron outer garment, whose form is like a tree trunk splendid as a golden mountain, and who loudly sings His own sweet holy names, again walk on the pathway of my eyes?

Will Saci's compassionate son, the Lord who very compassionately revealed in Bengal the vine of pure devotional service, which bears the splendid nectar of pure love as its fruit, which was hidden from the Vedas, and which had been unknown to the previous sages expert in devotion, again walk on the pathway of my eyes?

Will Saci's son who, accepting the people of Bengal as His own and teaching them as a father, said, "Please chant the Hare Krsna mantra a fixed number of times," again walk on the pathway of my eyes?

Will Saci's son, always staying at His favorite place behind the Garuda-stambha and the tears from His eyes bathing His splendid, tall form as He gazes with intense love at Lord Jagannatha, the master of Nilacala, again walk on the pathway of my eyes?

Will Saci's son who, biting His lips, which eclipse the splendor of red bandhuka flowers, placing His charming left hand on His hip, raising and waving His other hand, and the numberless hairs of His body erect, eagerly danced in ecstatic love, again walk on the pathway of my eyes?

Will Saci's son who, overwhelmed by feelings of separation from Lord Krsna, the moon of Gokula, repeatedly fainting and seeing the whole world as dead, in a garden by a river created another river with the tears of His eyes, again walk on the pathway of my eyes?

One who humbly and with a pure heart regularly reads these eight verses glorifying the son of Saci, Lord Caitanya plunges into the great nectar ocean of pure transcendental love.