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Verse 1

Śacī's son joyfully established this marketplace. Handsome Lord Nitāi, the marketplace-master, broke into pieces the sufferings of every soul.

Verse 2

Look at the beautiful marketplace! There Narahari dāsa is the treasurer. Śrīnivāsa Acārya is his associate.

Verse 3

Wonderful Lord Advaita is the secretary of the marketplace. Haridāsa, Rāmānanda, Satyarāja, and others are peddlers who circulate through the marketplace.

Verse 4

How many karatālas, mṛdaṅgas, ḍholas, and other musical instruments are played? Sweet music fills the marketplace. There are singing and dancing, and loud calls of "Haribol!" 5-

Verse 5

Gadadhara, having laid out the wares of love, is accompanied by a band of fellow shopkeepers: Raya Ramananda, Murari, Mukunda, Vasudeva and Sulocana.

Verse 6

Sanatana, Rupa, Pandita, Svarupa Damodara, Basu Ramananda, Sena Sivananda and Vakresvara, an abode of virtues.

Verse 7

Gadādhara sets out his wares of ecstatic spiritual love. His associates, the other merchants, are Rāmānanda Rāya, Murāri, Mukunda, Vāsudeva, Sulocana, Sanātana Gosvāmī, Rūpa Gosvāmī, Paṅḍita Svarūpa Dāmodara, Rāmānanda Vasu, Śivānanda Sena, saintly Vakreśvara, Śaṅkara Paṅḍita, Kāśīśvara, Mukunda, Mādhava dāsa, Raghunātha dāsa, and many others. They are all supremely virtuous. They satisfy the heart's desire.

Verse 8

Howe many names can I write? All these merchants spread out their goods. They spread out various ornaments, like weeping, standing up of the body's hairs, and other symptoms of ecstatic spiritual love.

Verse 9

There are merchants selling goods from stalls, and there are devotee dancers dancing. Paying the price of humbleness, the customers buy the goods of ecstatic spiritual love. The buying and selling continues without stop.

Verse 10

Gopāla Ṭhākura is the marketplace-watchman. Gopīnātha is the collector of payments. Śrī Raghunandana is the worker for marketplace-maintenance. He keeps the marketplace beautiful.

Verse 11

Day or night make no difference. This marketplace is always open. Here the customers always came and purchase the wares of ecstatic spiritual love. Śacī's dear son personally spreads out the wares of ecstatic spiritual love.

Verse 12

In this marketplace all troubles are broken into pieces. Even the poor beggars are joyful. Eating, they fill their bellies. Gazing at this marketplace, Yāmarāja becomes rapt in thought. Humbly he lowers his head.

Verse 13

In this marketpladce there is no old-age and no death. In this marketplace spiritual bliss is alsways manifest. Here there is neither grief nor fear. In this marketplace the beggar Śekhara Rāya bows, begs some food, and eats.