
Radhe Jaya Jaya Madhava Dayite
Radhe Jaya Jaya Madhava Dayite
Rupa Goswami

Mukter Govinda Bhakter
Bhajan
Rupa Goswami
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Mukter Govinda Bhakter
Rupa Goswami
mukter govinda-bhakter vitaraṇa-caturaṁ sac-cid-ānanda-rūpaṁ yasyāṁ vidyoti vidyā-yugalam udayate tārakaṁ pārakaṁ ca kṛṣṇasyotpatti-līlā-khanir akhila-jagan-mauli-ratnasya sā te vaikuṇṭhoru-pratiṣṭhā prathayatu mathurā maṅgalānāṁ kalāpam
May Mathura, which is more famous than Vaikuntha, which is a mine of the jewels of the pastimes of Lord Krsna, the crest jewel of all the worlds, which has within it two potencies of eternal and blissful transcendental knowledge: taraka, which brings liberation, and paraka, which brings pure devotion for Lord Govinda, bring great auspiciousness to you all.
koṭīndu-spaṣṭa-kanti rabhasa-yuta-bhava-kleśa-yodhair ayodhyā māyā vitrāsi-vāsā muni-hṛdaya-musah divya-līlāḥ stuvantī sāśīḥ kāśīśa-mukhyāmara-patibhir alaṁ prārthita-dvārakāryā vaikuṇṭhodgīta-kīrtir diśatu madhu-purī prema-bhakti-śriyaṁ vaḥ
May Mathura, which is more splendid than millions of moons, which cannot be attacked by the powerful armies of material suffering, where material illusion is afraid to stay, which charms the sages' hearts, which glorifies the Lord's transcendental pastimes, whose doors Brahma, Siva, and all the demigods aspire to guard, and whose glories are sung by the Supreme Lord Himself, give the great treasure of pure devotional service to you all.
bījaṁ mukti-taror anartha-paṭalī-nistārakaṁ tārakaṁ dhāma prema-rasasya vāñchita-dhurā-saṁpārakaṁ pārakam etad yatra nivāsinām udayate cic-chakti-vṛtti-dvayaṁ mathnātu vyasanāni mathura-purī sā vaḥ śriyaṁ ca kriyāt
May Mathura Puri, (where two transcendental potencies, taraka, which is the seed of the tree of liberation and the savior from a host of sufferings, and paraka, which satisfies the thirst for the nectar of pure love of Krsna, arise among the residents,, crush all your sins and give you the treasure of pure love for Lord Krsna.
adyāvanti patad-grahaṁ kuru kare māye śanair vījaya cchatraṁ kāñci gṛhāṇa kāśi purataḥ padu-yugaṁ dhāraya nāyodhye bhaja sambhramaṁ stuti-kathāṁ nodgāraya dvārake devīyaṁ bhavatīṣu hanta mathurā dṛṣṭi-prasādaṁ dadhe
Avanti, hold this betelnut dish in your hand! Gaya, slowly move the fan! Kanci, hold this parasol! Varanasi, carry these two sandals! Ayodhya, don't be afraid! Dvaraka, don't recite these prayers! Mathura-devi has already placed her glance of mercy upon you all.
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