Campaka Dama Heri Murachi Rahu Madhava

campaka dama heri murachi rahu madhaba locana jharu anuraga tuya guna-mantara japaye nirantara bhale dhani tohari sohaga

O Madhava, seeing a garland of campaka flowers she falls into a swoon; from her eyes streams of love pour forth. She constantly chants the mantra of your virtues -- truly this blessed lady enjoys your love.

brsabhanu-nandini japaye rati dini bharame na bolaye ana lakha lakha dhani kaha-i madhura bani swpaane na pata-i kana

The daughter of Vrishabhanu chants your name day and night; even in confusion she speaks no other. Though addressed sweetly by hundreds of thousands, even in dream she pays no heed to anyone else.

purusa-ratana baradharani lota-ota ko kahu arati-ora ra bali dha balibala-i na para-i dharadhara bahe lora

For you, jewel among men, she rolls upon the ground -- who could describe such deep devotion? She cannot even utter the syllables of your name "Ra" and "dha" fully, so overcome is she; tears flow like rain from a cloud.

gobinda dasa tuya carane nibedala kanuko aichana sambada nicaya janaha tachu duhkha-khandaka kebala tuya parasada

Govinda Dasa submits this account at your feet, O Krishna -- know for certain that the only remedy for her suffering is your mercy alone.