Hare Krishna, dear Gurumaharaja.
nama oà viñëu-pädäya kåñëa-preñöhäya bhü-tale
çrémate jayapataka-svämin iti nämine
namo acarya pada Nitai krpa padayine
Gaura katha dhamo daya nagaro grama tarine
Several years back you had send to us, your disciples, your Christmas wish.
When I was a child, on Christmas Eve, we would go out and when we came back, Santa Claus would have visited and there would be gifts under the Christmas tree. Now if I have to say what I want for Christmas Day gifts, I want that my disciple and all the devotees develop their taste for chanting the holy name and their extreme laulyam for serving Lord Caitanya, Lord Krsna and entering into Their eternal pastimes. Prabhupada had repeatedly reminded us that we are not the body. We are eternal soul, part and parcel of Lord Krsna and our nature is to serve Krsna eternally. Lord Caitanya and Lord Nityananda are the most merciful and They want to give us Krsna prema but we should carefully avoid the aspects of Kali like extramarital sex, meat, fish and egg eating, intoxication and gambling. In this way, we should absorb ourselves in chanting, in hearing, and serving in Krsna Consciousness. Hare Krsna.
Your well wisher always,
Jayapataka Svami.
Gurumaharaja, since then I want to present this gift to you, although it may take the whole lifetime to complete it.
Serve and enter the eternal Gaura’s and Krsna’s pastimes.
I am hearing and hearing in order to fill my mind with these transcendental lilas, but the real smaranam will come by the grace.
Nevertheless I am not giving up. Maybe one day after a great attempt of mine my spiritual guardians and well-wishers will bless me with ability to live in and serve these most attractive lilas.
Thus as a result of my desire and deliberate contemplation the poem has taken birth. I offer it to you, Guru Maharaja.
Daily Pastimes of Lord Gauranga
The world knows only that can be seen by the eyes
Even Brahma and Siva in their realm are enticed
But they long to witness that has never been born before
Lord Gauranga’s prema sankirtana, He broke the bolted door
Pure-hearted devotees at Mahaprabhu’s feet
Indulge in the sakirtana as soon as they meet
They dive deep and go high to pluck that fruit
When they eat it they can hear Sri Syama’s flute
It is free for everyone - each and every soul
One can start from nothing and gain the ultimate goal
Take Mahaprabhu in your heart and seat Him there
Such a merciful Lord you won’t find anywhere
Fill your mind with the thoughts of His lilas and sports
You will forget the past and the rest of that sort
The most virtuous saints live this manasic way
I offer my full respect to them and all that they ever say
Just before sunrise Lord gets up from His bed,
Stretches His body, so charming from His toes to the head
Then He shares few words with beautiful Visnupriya, his wife
He washes His face and begins His eight-parted daily life
In the morning His figure, exquisite and very tall
Always so loved and never-endingly adored by all
Gets massaged with the oil and bathed in the Ganges
Then for worship of Vishnu He indeed arranges
Before the noon attains its respectable post
Lord enjoys delightful Krishna Katha the most
He goes to everybody’s house eager for these topics
He will visit all the devotees; no one can ever stop it
His followers gather around Him, eager like honeybees
On the banks of Ganges, they wander amongst the trees
The beautiful gardens full of flowers and birds.
Loud midday sankirtana - everyone’s ear must have heard
Afternoon hours are blessed by the Lord as well
Through the streets of Navadvipa play mridangas and bells
The people of town immerse in the sankirtana sounds
Forgetting their homes they fearlessly dance around
To the house of Mother Saci Gauranga returns at dusk
To worship Vishnu, with devotion – not one thing to ask
May these pastimes pervade my mind and existence
May I be able to serve them without a resistance
Later in the evening the absolute Lord, satisfied on His own
Enters the courtyard of Srivas – the most fortunate soul
Together with intimate friends He dances and sings Holy Name
No one else can enter into this pure and unalloyed game
Never born Lord Gauranga comes home much later at night
To lay down in the bed next to His Sat Cit Ananda wife
May Lord Caitanya, the most magnificent of all
Protect all His souls, because we are ever so small
Please always keep me at your lotus feet, your eternal servant
Mādhurya Gaurāṅgī devī dāsī