Jaya Jaya Nityananda Rohini Kumara lyrics

jaya jaya nityānanda rohiṇī-kumāra patita uddhāra lāgi su-bāhu pasāra

jaya jaya nityananda rohini-kumara patita uddhara lagi su-bahu pasara

जय जय नित्यानन्द रोहिणीकुमार पतित उद्धार लागि सुबाहु पसार

Glory, glory to Lord Nityananda. He is Lord Balarama Himself. To deliver the fallen sinners He extends His two arms.

gada gada madhura madhura ādha bola pare dekhe gare preme dhari deya khola

gada gada madhura madhura adha bola pare dekhe gare preme dhari deya khola

गद गद मधुर मधुर आध बोल परे देखे गरे प्रेमे धरि देय खोल

His half words spoken in a choked voice are the sweetest nectar. Whomever He sees He hugs in the ecstasy of spiritual love.

ḍagamaga locana ghoraye nirantara soṇāra kamale yena phiraye bhramara

dagamaga locana ghoraye nirantara sonara kamale yena phiraye bhramara

डगमग लोचन घोरये निरन्तर सोणार कमले येन फिरये भ्रमर

His eyes are always restless. They are like two black bees flying among golden lotus flowers.

dayāra ṭhākura nitā-i para duḥkha jāne hari-nāmera mālā gānthi dila jane jane

dayara thakura nita-i para duhkha jane hari-namera mala ganthi dila jane jane

दयार ठाकुर निताइ पर दुःख जाने हरिनामेर माला गान्थि दिल जने जने

Lord Nitai is the master of mercy. Seeing the people tormented by troubles, He strings for them a necklace of Lord Hari’s holy names. To person after person He gives that necklace.

pāpī pāṣaṇḍī yata karila dalane dīna hīna jane kaila prema bitaraṇe

papi pasandi yata karila dalane dina hina jane kaila prema bitarane

पापी पाषण्डी यत करिल दलने दीन हीन जने कैल प्रेम बितरणे

The arrogant blasphemers and sinners He rips into shreds. To the poor fallen people He gives the gift of ecstatic spiritual love.

āhā re gaurāṅga bali paḍe bhūmi-tale śarīra bhijila nitā-ira nayanera jale

aha re gauranga bali pade bhumi-tale sarira bhijila nita-ira nayanera jale

आहा रे गौराङ्ग बलि पडे भूमितले शरीर भिजिल निताइर नयनेर जले

Calling out, “O! O Gauranga!”, He falls to the ground. His whole body is soaked with tears.

bṛndābana dāsa mane e-i bicarila dharaṇī upare kibā sumeru paḍila

brndabana dasa mane e-i bicarila dharani upare kiba sumeru padila

बृन्दाबन दास मने एइ बिचरिल धरणी उपरे किबा सुमेरु पडिल

In his heart Vrndavana dasa thinks: Now Lord Nityananda is like a golden Mount Sumeru fallen to the ground.