“Elsewhere, Indra and other devas are leaping in ecstasy, crying, ‘Jaya Prabhu Gauracandra! Jaya Nityānanda!’ The birds sitting on the branches of the trees are calling out, ‘Gaura! Nitāi!’ Large black bees are humming everywhere in the flower gardens, intoxicated by drinking gaura-nāma-rasa, the liquid essence of the holy name of Gaura. Prakṛti-devī (the goddess of nature) is maddened with gaura-rasa and diffusing her magnificent radiance everywhere. This is wonderful! I have seen Śrī Māyāpura in broad daylight many times, but I have never beheld anything like this before. What am I seeing?”