Navadwipa, let me touch your sacred soil, the same soil that is walked upon by Mahaprabhu's pink-tinged feet Let me take shelter of the saints that reside in Godrum, and bathe in mercy-river where Jalangi and Ganga meet The limbs of Gauranga resemble early sun above banana trees, Let me ring the dew-chilled temple bells again, please. Nitai like the glowing moon, dances through the night. Nadia, cradle of kirtan, be present in my sight.
"I have a hankering to watch The Pink Panther tonight-Clouseau tells his valet Kato to surprise attack him every now and then and not to stop attacking him no matter what he says-hysterical-"
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