With the coming birthday of Sri Chaitanya on Sunday, the 28th, I wanted to share this poem; a sort of rewrite of His eight verses known as sikshastakam.
Victory to the sacred sound that cleanses all around
There’s filth in the heart, piled up from the start
Many births of desires, have burst up like fires
Therefore, the kirtan charge, is for humanity at large
It’s a practice so cool, like the rays of the moon
It’s the fruit of wisdom, with joy that’s arisen
So sweet to the