Grantha Kartuh Prarthana

subala-sakhadhara-pallava- samudita-madhu-mugdha-madhuri-lubdham ruci-jita-kascana-citram kascana citram pikim vande

I offer my obeisances to a certain wondrous cuckoo, bewitchingly drawn to the sweetness of the honey rising from the tender, sprout-like lips of Subala, and whose brilliance outshines even gold's own wonder.

vrsaravijadharabimbi- phala-rasa-panotkam adbhutam bhramaram dhrta-sikhi-pischaka-culam pita-dukulam ciram naumi

Long do I glorify that astonishing bee, eager to drink the juice of the bimba-fruit lips of the foremost of cowherd boys, who wears a peacock-feather crest and a garment of yellow silk.

jitah sudhamsur yasasa mameti garvam mudha ma bata gostha-vira tavari-nari-nayanambu-pali jigaya tatam prasabham yato 'sya

O hero of the cowherd settlement, do not vainly take pride thinking, "the moon has been defeated by my own glory" — for the flood of tears from the eyes of your rival's women has already, by its own force, overwhelmed even that moon's radiance.

kusje kusje pasupa-vanita-vahinibhih samastat svairam krsnah kusuma-dhanuso rajya-carcam karotu etat prarthyam sakhi mama yatha citta-hari sa dhurto baddham cetas tyajati kim u va prana-mosam karoti

In grove after grove, surrounded on all sides by flowing throngs of cowherd women, may Krishna freely conduct the very reign of the flower-bowed god of love. This alone is my prayer, O friend: will that thief who has stolen my heart ever release my bound mind, or will he simply go on and rob me of my very life as well?