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Gauranga's Love - Destroyer of the World & Tradition
These poems have been written today by a proud, misbehaved, unregulated
insignificant insect who aimlessly loiters in this world of Maya.
He goes by the unpopular name of Gaurahari das, and he is drowning
in this almost endless ocean of Maya.
Let the proud pundits continue to speak their dry philosophy that only fills the intellectual appetite of the mind, but leaves the heart empty and unfulfilled. As for me, let me faithfully hear from that rare person, whose philosophy reaches the core of my heart, making my head spin and causing me to fall to the ground, intoxicated with spiritual bliss. Let me always fearlessly take shelter of that most rare loving person, who by good fortune has understood the secret mystery that lies within his own heart.
Let the pure loving heart of my Guru be my eyes to see through the endless illusions found in this world of the useless. Let his devotional ecstasy be my only shelter from fear and the sufferings found in this world. Let his love of God be the one inspiring goal I fix upon the arrow of my heart. Let me fearlessly leave behind the boat of transcendental knowledge and let the ocean of his developing intimate loving relationship with Krishna now become my instructor. Let my happiness and pride in relishing superficial knowledge of revealed scriptures be dissipated, due to my own awakening blissful heart that is melted with affection for Vrajendra Nandana. Let the profound simplicity of this immortal affectionate love for Radha and Krishna's pastimes protect me forever.
Oh my eternal Guru, who is like a playful dolphin, swimming in the ocean of the pastimes of Radha and Krishna, please teach me the secret ways of such intimate love that is very dear to Krishna and all the Vaishnavas I surrender my wealth, my material ambitions, my prideful thirst for knowledge, fear, and worldly reputation at the feet of my precious Guru, so I also can become a joyous blissful carefree dancer on the stage of Radha's and Krishna's pastimes in the realm of immortality.
Oh Radha and Krishna, please enter my heart, so that I may properly worship You with the heartfelt offerings of my tears, laughter, joy, inspired poetic verses, songs, and lectures, spoken like the musical rumbling of the dark monsoon clouds. This is real life to me and without such life I am drowning in an ocean of emptiness.
All worldly opulence such as wealth, good family, the worship of fools and rascals, miraculous powers, and expert command over the scriptures are useless to me without the loving association of my only real friends, the eternal carefree couple who sport together in secluded places in the magical forests of Vrndavan. Let such material opulence come or not come. What does it matter to a heart that has been forever stolen by the cunning thieves Radha and Krishna, who are in cahoots with each other? These two cunning hunters have come to this world in the form of Gauranga to destroy the material world and stereotyped religious traditions that they previously created with the devastating brahmastra weapon of their love for one another.
The powerful poison of Gauranga's devotional ecstasy has forcibly taken away the secure home and reputation of my regulative principles, made my most dear friends, family, and religious institutions turn away from me in disgust. Branded me forever with the reputation as proud, crazy, imputant, criminal, and destroyer of brahminical traditions.
My life is now worthless to others and devoid of all piety because of drinking this poisonous beverage of Gauranga's love that turns one into a madman or a dancing fool who no good person in this world can call a relative, understand, or feel affection for. I am truly alone here now, with no one in this world to call my own. Is there no one who can understand my misfortune?
Oh Gauranga, oh devotees! Be kind upon us unfortunate beings in this world by fulfilling your promise of delivering us by drowning all our ambitions, attachments, and material desires in the nectar-filled lake of Your pastimes of love.
Oh Gauranga, You are the supreme magnet. Please fulfill the desire You advented in this world for, by attracting a worthless lump of iron of my unfortunate self to You. I am powerless to come to You on my own strength. Please demonstrate Your glories by forcibly capturing me and everyone else in the net of Your compassionate embrace.
Oh Gauranga, I endlessly pray that You set before me the doorway of immortality in the form of Your playful loving devotee, that even the demigods and great souls have difficulty in perceiving.
Oh devotee, emissary of divine love, when will you lovingly embrace me, melting the prison bars of my impure and materially corrupted heart? Flooding me with the transcendental vision of the blissfully playful activities of Radha and Krishna.
In this world I pray to forever be alone and undisturbed in my loving meditation on that joyful, delicate, sportive, divine couple, who in a blissful carefree manner wander around the forests of Vrndavan.
Let me smell the delicate fragrance of Krishna, which maddens me with love. Let me hear His sweet subtle, deeply rumbling voice that thrills and inspires my otherwise lifeless form. Let the nectar-filled ocean of attraction to His eternal pastimes endlessly splash waves of loving bliss upon the shore of this body.
I am the body and You are the life that animates it, making it dance as You desire, to bewilder or enlighten all who see the pastimes of Your uncommon playful performances.
Oh Gauranga, let me live to see You fulfill the desire of Your intimate devotees by turning the unruly?? garden of this universe into many love bewildered forests, where only Your eternally blissful pastimes can be perceived.
Temple of The Heart
