Poetry

Nityanandastakam

Lord Nityananda is the most ecstatically merciful, dearest brother of Lord Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu. Today is His holy Appearance Day. Please be blessed by this very sweet English rendition of a prayer to Him composed by His biographer, Sri Vrndavan dasa Thakur. ~ All the best, Rukmini Walker


~ by Srila Vrndavan dasa Thakur~

Autumn moon mocking, Pure complexion Shining, Elephant walking,

Loving God so madly, Pure goodness personified, Face smiling brightly,

His eyes always rolling, Staff in HIs hands glowing, Kali-Yuga piercing,

        Worship Nityananda, Root of the banyan tree, without ending!

He carries all rasas, for HIs dear devotees, He’s incomparable,

His breath counting, Vasuda and Jahnava’s beloved husband.

      Always mad with pure love, The Supreme who’s unknown, to minds of weak substance,

Worship Nityananda, Root of the banyan tree, without ending!

Son of Saci’s dearest, Served by all the universe, Made of happiness

He rescues all divas, drowning in this dark age, by HIs great kindness

     Chanting Hare Krsna, removing out swelling pride, from waves of existence,

Worship Nityananda, Root of the banyan tree, without ending!

“Oh brother these people in Kali-yuga are so sinful, and more are coming,

Please devise some method, where You could redeem them, which would be easy.”

      In this way You go and counsel with Gaura, out of great mercy,

Worship Nityananda, Root of the banyan tree, Without ending!

“Don’t be shy Oh brothers, Just say Hari Hari, Chanting this always,

Doing this I promise, to pull you from the ocean, of mundane existence.”

With His upraised arms, He walks to every household, shouting so loudly,

      Worship Nityananda, Root of the banyan tree, without ending!

Like Agastya Muni, forcefully You swallow, this ocean of darkness,

Oh friend of the lotus, rising and increasing, our oceans of good fortune,

Like the sun You’ve come, removing the darkness, made by the miscreants,

       Worship Nityananda, Root of the banyan tree, without ending!

Dancing and singing, calling out- Hari, on every pathway,

While He wanders He sees, even the mean people, as brothers and sisters,

       From the corners of His eyes, He glances kindly, at sincere devotees,

       Worship Nityananda, Root of the banyan tree, without ending!

  Nicely holding lotus hands with HIs brother, so soft and lovely,

      Each other’s face gazing, in Their hearts arising, highest ecstasy,

Wandering with sweet moods, Oh how They’re delighting, all the town’s people,

      Worship Nityananda, root of the banyan tree, without ending!

Reservoir of rasa, most exalted rasika Vaisnava treasure,

Essence of all flavors, fallen souls remember Him and He saves them,

      Reciting these verses, Of the supreme glories of Sri Nityananda,

May His two lotus feet, constantly manifest, within your own heart!