Virahini Priyāji first finished her jap. Then with tears of prem flowing from her eyes, she spoke softly with tear-choked voice –

“My dear sakhi Amita! I do not know any Gour-kathā or Gour-kirtan. You are a Nadiyā-nāgari; Gour-kathā and Gour-kirtan are the pearls in your treasure-trove.  My sweet sakhi, you are the wealthy repose of Gour-prem!  Sakhi Kanchanā and you have sung Gour-songs and have kept this wretched self alive, otherwise what am I, but a living corpse! Had both of you not been here, what would have become of me? O sakhi! Please sing, O please sing Gour-glory to me – make me feel blessed today!” Saying this Priyāji feel silent.

Then sakhi Amita started singing softly –

Yathā Rāg

“prabhāt hole, gour bole, shayan hote uthiyā,

Gourhari smaran kori, hridoy uthe mātiyā.

Prabhāt bay, bohiyā jay, gour gān gāhiyā,

Tarur shākhe, pāpiyā dāke, gour nām amiyā.

Tarun rabi, gour chhabi, sonar anga mākhiyā,

Kiran dhāre, amiyā dhāle, jagatmoy chhaiyā.

Ākāsh gāye, megher chāye, gour roop heriyā,

Gour name, gour gāne, uthechhe jeeb mātiyā.

Roopero dālā, shachiro bālā, chalechhe jeno nāchiyā,

Kiran chhatā, roopero ghata, bhuban ālo koriyā.

Bhoriyā ānkhi, shey roop dekhi, āponā hārā hoiyā,

Choudike heri, gourahari, noyon gelo dhāndhiyā.

Dhorite nāri, noyone bāri, janam gelo kāndiyā,

Haridāsiyār, pāshān hridoy, gelo nā keno fātiyā.”

–          (Goura-geetikā)

Meaning – At the break of dawn my heart gets inebriated when I utter the sweet Gour-nām and remember Gourahari. The morning breeze then carries the fragrant Gour-nām everywhere. Look, even the cuckoo on the branch of that tree is calling out “Gour! Gour!” It is so nectarine! The sun is in its budding youth, and it is spreading its golden Gour (brilliant)-resplendence all around. The morning sun is flooding the earth with its nectarine Gour-sunshine. The bright lining of the clouds is reflecting Gour-beauty, and the sky is peeping from behind that Gour-brilliance humming a Gour-tune. All beings are intoxicated with Gour-nām and Gour-song! Shachi Mata’s child is the fountainhead of beauty, and he is dancing away in glory! His golden splendor is brightening the whole universe. Forgetting myself I am simply gazing at that Gour-beauty. Seeing Gourahari all around, my eyes are dazzled. I cannot contain my tears –all my life I have been crying on beholding that beauty.  Haridāsi’s heart is surely made of rock – otherwise it would have burst long ago!

Through this song, we learn how a  Gour-devotee should greet each morning. We, as Gour-bhaktas must see all universe full of Goura-chandra. Jay Nitai ! Jay  Gour !