Glory, glory to the Lord who is like a moon risen from the ocean of the Yadu dynasty, to the Lord who is the bliss of Gokula's pastures! <br /> <br />Glory, glory to the Lord whose limbs are dark like a monsoon cloud, the Lord whose graceful form bends in three places like a bending kalpa-taru tree! <br /> <br />His pastime is to play nectar melodies on His flute. The sweetness of His smile enchants everyone in the world. <br /> <br />He lingers in the forest of new flowers. He is like a mango tree where black bees hum. <br /> <br />The lotus flowers of the soles of His feet glisten with a charming new redness. Govinda dasa worships the jewels that are the nails of His toes.<br /><br />Govinda Das<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jaya-jaya-yadu-kula-jalanidhi-candra/
