harināma rase, baikuṇṭha prakāśe
prema-amṛtara nadī .
śrīmanta śaṅkare, pāra bhāṅi dilā
bahe brahmāṇḍaka bhedi .. 371
gowindara prema, amṛtara nadī
bahe baikuṇṭhara parā .
cāri puruṣārtha, tāhāra nijharā
harināma mūla dhārā .. 372
haribhakti dāna, diẏā jagataka
tārilā saṃsāra sindhu .
henaẏa kṛpālu, śaṅkara bināi
nāhi nāhi āra bandhu .. 373
hari bhakatira, pātilanta hāṭa
śaṅkare jagata juri .
rāmanāma ratna, behāẏā jagate
calaẏa baikuṇṭha purī .. 374
śrīmanta śaṅkara, hari bhakatara
jānā yena kalpataru .
tāhānta bināẏa, nā-i nā-i nā-i
āmāra parama guru .. 375
The Glory of the Supreme Illuminator
The nectar-flavored joy emanating from the Dispeller of Suffering’s glories forms in Nescienceless City
a river of nectarine love.
Sankara, endowed with the Lord’s evolutive power, has broken its embankments
and it now flows down, piercing the entire creation. 371
The river of nectar-love, of the Chief of Sensory Receptors,
flows down from Vaikuntha.
The four purposes of human life—they are its waterfalls;
Hari’s glory is the principal stream. 372
Giving the gift of pure devotion to Hari, he has enabled
the entire world to cross the ocean of births and deaths.
Apart from such a compassionate Sankara,
we do not have any other friend. 373
Sankara has established, all throughout the world,
the market of Hari-bhakti.
Doing trade in the gem of Rama nama, the entire world
now goes to the city of Vaikuntha. 374
Srimanta Sankara is the wish-fulfilling tree, know,
of the pure devotees of Hari.
Apart from him, we have no other, no other, no other (shelter);
he is our supreme illuminator. 375