Re: NITAI MORA JIVANA

Dear Srila Swami Gaurangapada and devotees,

Please accept my humble obeisances. Nityaananda! Gauraanga! Hare Krishna! Jaya Srila Prabhupada! Jaya Shri Guru Parampara!

I thank you very much for your kind words of appreciation. I would say that writing rhymes is easy, but developing devotion and acquiring realization is the real thing which unfortunately I do not possess. Getting inspiration from your non-envious association and the great works of our Acaryas I can only repeat and interpret their words of glorification to the Lord.
Dear Swami Gaurangapada, your Nitai Gaura Swan Song is so nice combining beautiful language and rhyme with deep realization on and appreciation of the treasure of Nityaananda Gauraanga Naama. I relish reading it again and again and will try to translate it one day in Bulgarian with rhymes again if possible.
I feel embarassed that you want to sing my poetic interpretation on video. But if you desire to do so, please feel free to correct the text or the rhymes. It was certainly an imperfect attempt of mine to glorify Lord Nitai.
Regarding your request for more poems I would love to do that, but my time is limited since I have many other responsibilities being a householder. But whenever I get inspiration I write sometimes like this poem below which is again an English poetic interpretation of the beautiful song of Srila Bhaktivinode Thakura: mama mana mandire. I hope you will enjoy it.


The temple of my heart

My dear Lord Govinda, please hear my piteous cry
I beg you to abide here, no matter day or night

The temple of my heart is the place for You to dwell
With loving pure devotion I�ll worship You, as well
with forest flower garlands and paste of sandalwood
O, will You please accept them, O, Lord of all the worlds

With all these items worship I offer you to get
Your kind and causeless mercy, while living or at death
And arati perform I toYou, for Your delight
O, youthful son of Nanda, with prema-brilliant light

The rivers of Yamuna are streaming from my eyes
In pangs of separation I spend my days and nights
I beg this blessing from Ya, to always sing Your praise
O, Govardhana-dhari, no matter time or space.

Your servant: Sarvabhauma das

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