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Verse 1

Happily placing Him in his lap, Jagannātha Miśra kisses his son's moonlike face.

Verse 2

Carefully he decorates his son's hair. His heart is flooded with love.

Verse 3

Then, with a gesture indicating His desire, little Nimāi clambers from His father's lap and enters the courtyard.

Verse 4

Crawling on all fours, He travels in the courtyard. On His graceful feet the gold anklets jingle.

Verse 5

The crawling infant turns and looks. Jagannātha Miśra stands and watches the sweetness of His motions.

Verse 6

Facing His father, the infant says, "Mama!" Pickign Him up and placing Him on His lap, the father brushes the dust from His body.

Verse 7

Then he places the child in His mother's hands. Gently gently laughing and laughing, the child stands in His mother's lap.

Verse 8

The splendor of His teeth is like drops of milk. Who can be peaceful and indifferent when He smiles and luaghs?

Verse 9

With her eyes drinking the sight of her son, the mother felt herself always floating in an ocean of bliss.

Verse 10

In His mother's lap that child is splendid nad glorious. Narahari worships that child, a child who enchants the hearts of all the world.