Verse 1

Verse 2

Verse 3

Verse 4

Verse 5

Verse 6

Verse 7

Verse 8

Verse 9

Verse 1

Staying in the sky of Navadvīpa, a monsoon cloud day and night showers nectar rains on the moving and unmoving beings.

Verse 2

Look! Look! The monsoon cloud of Lord Gaura has descended to this world! Without stop It showers the nectar of ecstatic spiritual love.

Verse 3

Now the whole world is filled with rain. Now the people are plunged in the nectar of Lord Kṛṣṇa’s glories.

Verse 4

Now the wild-peacock devotees dance. Even the beggar non-devotees are plunged in the nectar waters.

Verse 5

Nourished by the rains, the vine of bhakti grows very large and fills the three worlds. Everyone, from the highest to the lowest, will taste the fruit of divine love that grows on that vine.

Verse 6

The monsoon cloud of Lord Gaura hurls a thunderbolt of kīrtana, a thunderbolt that falls on the imposter sannyāsīs. The roaring cloud hurls another thunderbolt, a thunderbolt that breaks the impersonalists into pieces.

Verse 7

Another thunderbolt cleaves in two the snake of karma’s heart. Then Kali-yuga’s bewildering illusions are drowned in that monsoon’s flooding waves of nectar.

Verse 8

The thirsty cātaka birds of the devotees are all delighted by drinking the nectar falling from that monsoon cloud. Now the ten directions are filled with flooding rivers of nectar.

Verse 9

The whole world is plunged in the flooding nectar of ecstatic spiritual love. There is no escape. Only Balarāma dāsa has escaped. Standing on the dry mountain peak of repeated birth and death, he has escaped that flood.