
Samsara Davanala Lidha Loka
Vishvanatha Cakravarti Thakura

Govinda Devastakam
Bhajan
Vishvanatha Cakravarti Thakura
Vishvanatha Cakravarti Thakura
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Govinda Devastakam
Vishvanatha Cakravarti Thakura
jambunadosnisa-viraji-mukta- mala-mani-dyoti-sikhandakasya bhangya nrnam lolupayan drsah sri- govindadevah saranam mamastu
May Sri Govindadeva, whose peacock crest gleams with the luster of jewels and a garland of pearls set upon a golden turban, alluring the eyes of all people by the very play of his form, be my shelter.
kapolayoh kundala-lasya-hasya cchavi-cchata-cumbitayor yugena sammohayan sambhajatam dhiyah sri- govindadevah saranam mamastu
May Sri Govindadeva, who through the pair of earrings dancing and laughing against his cheeks, their radiance as if kissing them, bewilders the minds of those who worship him, be my shelter.
sva-preyasi-locana-kona-sidhu- praptyai puro-varti-janeksanena bhavam kam api udgamayan budhanam govindadevah saranam mamastu
May Govindadeva, who, by glancing at the person standing before him in order to catch the nectar from the corner of his own beloved's eye, awakens some indescribable emotion in the hearts of the wise, be my shelter.
vama-pragandarpita-ganga-bhasvat- tatanka-lolalaka-kanti-siktaih bhru-valganair unmadayan kula-strir govindadevah saranam mamastu
May Govindadeva, who with the play of his eyebrows, drenched by the radiance of the swinging earring resting against his shining left cheek, drives the women of respectable families mad with love, be my shelter.
dure sthitas ta murali-ninadaih sva-saurabhair mudrita-karna-palih nasarudho hrd-gata eva karsan govindadevah saranam mamastu
May Govindadeva, who even while standing far away draws the gopis in, their ears sealed shut by the sound of his flute and by his own fragrance, entering through their nostrils and going straight to their hearts, be my shelter.
navina-lavanya-bharaih ksitau sri- rupanuragambunidhi-prakasaih satas camatkara-vatah prakurvan govindadevah saranam mamastu
May Govindadeva, who by his ever-fresh abundance of beauty on this earth, revealed through the very ocean of loving devotion of Sri Rupa Goswami, fills the saintly with wonder, be my shelter.
kalpa-drumadho-mani-mandirantah sri-yoga-pithamburuhasyaya svam upasayams tantra-vido pi mantrair govindadevah saranam mamastu
May Govindadeva, who is seated upon the lotus of the sacred yoga-pitha within a jeweled temple beneath a wish-fulfilling tree, worshiped even by those expert in tantric mantras, be my shelter.
mahabhiseka-ksana-sarva-vaso ‘lankrty-anangi-karanocchalantya sarvanga-bhasakulayams tri-lokim govindadevah saranam mamastu
May Govindadeva, who at the moment of his grand consecration bath, freshly clothed and ornamented, his radiance overflowing every limb, floods the three worlds with light, be my shelter.
govindadevastakam etad uccaih pathet tadiyanghri-nivista-dhir yah tam majjayann eva krpa-prvahair govindadevah saranam mamastu
Whoever, with mind fixed upon his feet, recites this Govindadevastakam aloud, him Govindadeva immerses in the very flow of his mercy — may that same Govindadeva be my shelter.
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