Vilapa Kusumanjali

tvaṁ rūpa-mañjari sakhi prathitā pure 'smin puṁsaḥ parasya vadanaṁ na hi paśyasīti bimbādhare kṣatam anāgata-bhartṛkāyā yat te vyadhāyi kim u ta chuka-puṅgavena

O Rupa-manjari, my friend, famed throughout this town as one who looks at no man's face but her husband's -- that mark on your bimba-red lower lip, appearing though your husband was away, was it perhaps made by that excellent parrot of yours?

sthala-kamalini yuktaṁ garvitā kānane 'smin praṇayasi vara-hāsyaṁ puṣpa-guccha-cchalena api nikhila-latās tāḥ saurabhāktāḥ sa muñcan mṛgayati tava mārgaṁ kṛṣṇa-bhṛṅgo yad adya

Adorned like a land-lotus, proud in this forest grove, you offer a lovely smile under the pretext of a flower-cluster -- for today that dark bee, Krsna, having abandoned all the fragrant creepers, is searching everywhere for your trail.

vrajendra-vasati-sthale vividha-ballavi-saṅkule tvam eva rati-mañjari pracura-puṇya-puñjodayā vilāsa-bhara-vismṛta-praṇayi-mekhalā-mārgaṇe yad adya nija-nāthayā vrajasi nāthitā kandaram

O Rati-manjari, amid Vraja's dwelling place thronging with cowherd women, you alone, whose store of merit has grown so abundant, go today at your own Lord's bidding to the mountain cave -- sent to search for the girdle your lover forgot in the abandon of love's play.

prabhur api yadunandano ya eṣa priya-yadunandana unnata-prabhāvaḥ svayam atula-kṛpāmṛtābhiṣekaṁ mama kṛtavāṁs tam ahaṁ guruṁ prapadye

I take shelter of that guru, the master Yadunandana himself, dear to Sri Krishna and of exalted glory, who personally bathed me in the incomparable nectarean stream of his mercy.

yo māṁ dustara-geha-nirjala-mahā-kūpād apāra-klamāt sadyaḥ sāndra-dayāmbudhiḥ prakṛtitaḥ svairī kṛpā-rajjubhiḥ uddhṛtyātma-saroja-nindi-caraṇa-prāntaṁ prapādya svayaṁ śrī-dāmodara-sāc-cakāra tam ahaṁ caitanyacandraṁ bhaje

I worship that moon of Caitanya who, an ocean dense with compassion by his very nature and self-sufficient, at once pulled me up with the ropes of his mercy from the vast, waterless well of unconquerable household life and its boundless suffering, and, granting me shelter at the tips of his own feet that shame the lotus, personally entrusted me to Sri Damodara.

vairāgya-yug-bhakti-rasam prayatnair apāyayan mām anabhīpsum andham kṛpāmbudhir yaḥ para-duḥkha-duḥkhī sanatanas taṁ prabhum āśrayāmi

I take shelter of that master Sanatana, an ocean of mercy who feels others' suffering as his own, who, though I was blind and unwilling, made me drink, through his patient effort, the nectar of devotion joined with renunciation.

aty-utkaṭena nitarāṁ virahānalena dandahyamāna-hṛdayā kila kāpi dāsī hā svāmini kṣaṇam iha praṇayena gāḍham ākrandanena vidhurā vilapāmi padyaiḥ

My heart scorched through and through by an exceedingly fierce fire of separation, I, a certain maidservant -- O my mistress! -- overcome with anguish, lament here for a moment in these verses, with deep love and loud weeping.

devi duḥkha-kula-sāgarodare dūyamānam ati-durgataṁ janam tvaṁ kṛpā-prabala-naukayādbhutaṁ prāpaya sva-pada-paṅkajālayam

O Devi, carry this person, who is suffering and utterly wretched in the belly of the ocean of countless sorrows, by the wondrous, powerful boat of your mercy, to the abode of your lotus feet.

tvad-alokana-kālāhi- daṁśair eva mṛtaṁ janam tvat-padabja-milal-lākṣā- bheṣajair devi jīvaya

O Devi, revive this person, who has died from the bite of the black serpent of not seeing you, with the millions of remedies found at the meeting with your lotus feet.

devi te caraṇa-padma-dāsikāṁ viprayoga-bhara-dāva-pāvakaiḥ dahyamānatara-kāya-ballavim jīvaya kṣaṇa-nirīkṣaṇāmṛtaiḥ

O Devi, revive with the nectar of a single glance this cowherd maiden, your own lotus feet's maidservant, whose body is being consumed by the forest fire of the crushing weight of separation.

svapne 'pi kiṁ sumukhi te caraṇāmbujāta- rājat-parāga-paṭavāsa-vibhūṣaṇena śobhāṁ param atitarām ahahottamanam bibhrad bhaviṣyati kadā mama sārtha-nama

O sweet-faced one, when -- even in a dream -- will this name of mine finally become meaningful, adorned with the finest of ornaments: a garment shining with the pollen-dust of your lotus feet?

amṛtābdhi-rasa-prāyais tava nūpura-sisjitaih hā kadā mama kalyāṇi badhiryam apaneṣyate

O auspicious one, when will my deafness at last be removed by the tinkling of your ankle-bells, which are like the very essence of an ocean of nectar?

śaśakabhṛd-abhisāre netra-bhrnascalabhyam diśi vidiśi bhayenodghurnitabhyam vanāni kuvalaya-dala-koṣāṇy eva klptani yābhyāṁ kim u kila kalanīyo devi tābhyāṁ jano 'yam

During the rendezvous held under the moon, your two eyes -- restless like bees, rolling in every direction from fear, fashioned like the very petal-cups of blue lotuses -- will this person, O Devi, ever be regarded by them?

yadavadhi mama kascin mañjarī rūpa-pūrvā vraja-bhuvi bata netra-dvandva-dīptiṁ cakāra tadavadhi bata vṛndāraṇya-rājñi prakāmaṁ caraṇa-kamala-lākṣā-sandidṛkṣā mamābhūt

Ever since a certain manjari, foremost in beauty, first gave light to this pair of eyes of mine here on the land of Vraja, from that moment, O queen of Vrndavana forest, I have felt this overwhelming longing to see the countless lotus footprints of Radha.

yadā tava sarovaraṁ sarasa-bhṛṅga-sanghollasat- saroruha-kulojjvalaṁ madhura-vāri-sampūritam sphuṭat-sarasijākṣi he nayana-yugma-sākṣād-babhau tadaiva mama lālasājani tavaiva dāsye rase

O lotus-eyed one, when your lake -- resplendent with clusters of lotuses over which joyous swarms of bees hummed, filled with sweet water -- appeared directly before my opening eyes, right then my longing was born for the mellow relish of your service alone.

pādābjayos tava vinā vara-dāsyam eva nānyat kadāpi samaye kila devi yāce sakhyāya te mama namo 'stu namo 'stu nityaṁ dasyaya te mama raso 'stu raso 'stu satyam

O Devi, other than excellent service to your lotus feet I never ask for anything else at any time. Let my obeisance be, eternally, to your position as sakhi -- obeisance, obeisance! And let my relish, truly, be for service to you -- relish, relish!

ati-su-lalita-lākṣāśliṣṭa-saubhāgya-mudrā- tatibhir adhika-tuṣṭyā cihnitī-kṛtya bāhū nakha-dalita-haridrā-garva-gauri priyāṁ me caraṇa-kamala-sevāṁ hā kadā dāsyasi tvam

O golden one, whose fingernails put to shame the pride of turmeric -- when, dear one, marking the ground everywhere with great delight, with rows of your auspicious, exquisitely delicate footprints tinted with red lac, will you grant me the cherished service of your lotus feet?

praṇālīṁ kīlālair bahubhir abhi saṅkṣālya madhurair mudā saṁmārjya svair vivṛta-kaca-vṛndaiḥ priyatayā kadā bāhyāgāraṁ vara-parimalair dhūpa-nivahair vidhāsye te devi pratidinam aho vāsitam aham

O Devi, when will I, having thoroughly washed the drain with abundant sweet waters and joyfully swept it with my own loosened hair out of love, perfume your outer chamber daily with excellent fragrant clusters of incense?

prātaḥ sudhāṁśu-militāṁ mṛdam atra yatnād āhṛtya vāsita-payaś ca gṛhāntare ca pādāmbuje bata kadā jala-dhārayā te prakṣālya bhāvini kacair iha mārjayāmi

In the morning, having carefully gathered fragrant clay blended with a moon-white paste, and scented water, from within the house -- O gracious lady -- when will I wash your lotus feet with a flow of water and dry them here with my own hair?

prakṣālya pāda-kamalaṁ kṛta-danta-kastam snānārtham anya-sadane bhavatīṁ niviṣṭām abhyajya-gandhitatarair iha taila-pūraiḥ prodvartayiṣyati kadā kim u kiṅkarīyam

When, having washed your lotus feet after the tooth-cleansing twig has been used, and as you enter another chamber for your bath, will this maidservant anoint you with abundant, richly fragrant oils and give you an unguent massage?

ayi vimala-jalānāṁ gandha-karpūra-puṣpair jita-vidhu-mukha-padme vāsitānāṁ ghataughaih praṇaya-lalita-sakhyā dīyamānaiḥ purastāt tava varam abhiṣekaṁ hā kadāhaṁ kariṣye

O you whose lotus face outshines the moon, when will I, in tender love, as your own dear friend, perform before you your gracious bathing ceremony with pot after pot of pure water scented with fragrant camphor and flowers?

pānīyaṁ cīna-vastraiḥ śaśi-mukhi śanakai ramya-mṛdv-aṅga-yastair yatnād utsārya modād diśi diśi vicalan-netra-mīnāñcalāyāḥ śroṇau raktaṁ dukūlaṁ tad aparam atulaṁ cāru-nīlaṁ śiro 'grāt sarvāṅgeṣu pramodāt pulakita-vapuṣā kiṁ mayā te prayojyam

O moon-faced one, when -- gently wiping the water from your body with soft, lovely cloths as your fish-like eyes wander joyfully in every direction, wrapping a red silken cloth about your hips and, over it, another incomparable, beautiful blue garment down from your head, my whole body thrilled with joy in every limb -- will I be able to render you this service?

prakṣālya pāda-kamalaṁ tad-anukrameṇa goṣṭhendra-sūnu-dayite tava keśa-pāśam hā narmadā-grathita-sundara-sūkṣma-mālyair veṇīṁ kariṣyati kadā praṇayair jano 'yam

O beloved of the prince of Gokula, after washing your lotus feet in due order, when will this person, with love, braid your tresses, entwining them with beautiful, delicate garlands?

subhaga-mṛgamadenākhaṇḍa-śubhrāṁśu-vat te tilakam iha lalāṭe devi modād vidhāya masṛṇa-ghusṛṇa-carcām arpayitvā ca gātre stana-yugam api gandhaiś citritaṁ kiṁ kariṣye

O Devi, when, joyfully applying to your forehead a tilaka of fragrant musk resembling the unbroken full moon, and anointing your body with soft, fragrant kunkuma paste, shall I go on to adorn your two breasts, painting them with fragrances?

sindūra-rekhā sīmante devi ratna-śalākayā mayā yā kalpitā kiṁ te salakam sobhayisyati

O Devi, will the line of vermilion that I trace along the part of your hair with a jeweled applicator ever be fortunate enough to grace that stick, applied by my own hand?

hanta devi tilakasya samantād bindavo 'ruṇa-su-gandhi-rasena kṛṣṇa-mādana-mahauṣadhi-mukhyā dhīra-hastam iha kiṁ parikalpyāḥ

Ah, Devi, will the dots all around your tilaka, made with that reddish, sweetly fragrant paste, the foremost of great medicines for maddening Krsna, be drawn here by me with a steady hand?

goṣṭhendra-putra-mada-citta-karīndra-rāja- bandhāya puṣpa-dhanuṣaḥ kila bandha-rajjoh kiṁ karṇayos tava varoru varāvataṁsa- yugmena bhūṣaṇam ahaṁ sukhitā kariṣye

O fair one, will I, in joy, ever adorn your two ears with a pair of splendid earrings -- Cupid's own binding rope for capturing the rutting elephant that is the mind of Gokula's prince?

yā te kañculir atra sundari mayā vakṣojayor arpitā śyāmācchādana-kāmyayā kila na sā tathyeti vijñāyatām kintu svāmini kṛṣṇa eva sahasā tat tām avāpya svayaṁ prāṇebhyo 'py adhikaṁ svakaṁ nidhi-yugaṁ sangopayaty eva hi

O beautiful one, know that this bodice I fasten upon your breasts is not truly placed there merely to conceal them with a dark cloth, as it may seem. Rather, O mistress, it is Krsna himself who, having eagerly claimed them as his own, hides away that pair of treasures more dearly than his own life-breath.

nānā-maṇi-prakara-gumphita-cāru-pustya muktā-srajas tava su-vakṣasi hema-gauri śrānty-ābhṛtālasa-mukunda-su-tūlikāyāṁ kiṁ kalpayiṣyatitarāṁ tava dāsikeyam

O golden one, will this maidservant of yours ever fashion for your lovely breast a beautiful pearl garland strung with an abundance of gems -- one soft enough to also serve as a resting pillow for Mukunda when he is weary and languid?

maṇi-caya-khacitābhir nīla-cūḍāvalībhir hari-dayita-kalāvid-dvandvam indīvarākṣi api bata tava divyair aṅgulīr aṅgulīyaiḥ kvacid api kila kāle bhūṣayiṣyāmi kiṁ nu

O blue-lotus-eyed one, will I, at some blessed moment, adorn with divine rings -- studded with clusters of gems and crowned with points of sapphire -- your fingers, that graceful pair so dear to Hari?

pādāmbhoje maṇimaya-tulā-koṭi-yugmena yatnād abhyarcyaitad-dala-kulam api prestha-pādāṅgulīyaiḥ kāñcī-dāmnā kaṭi-taṭam idaṁ prema-pīṭhaṁ su-netre kaṁsārāter atulam acirād arcayiṣyāmi kiṁ te

O fair-eyed one, will I soon lovingly worship your lotus feet, this incomparable treasure belonging to the enemy of Kamsa, adorning that row of petal-like toes with a pair of jeweled toe-ornaments and rings for your dear toes, and encircling this waist, the very throne of love, with a jeweled girdle-string?

lalitatara-mṛṇālī-kalpa-bāhu-dvayaṁ te murajayi-mati-haṁsī-dhairya-vidhvaṁsa-dakṣam maṇi-kula-racitābhyām aṅgadābhyāṁ purastāt pramada-bhara-vinamrā kalpayiṣyāmi kiṁ vā

O you who bend low beneath the weight of your own joy, shall I adorn, before you, that pair of arms of yours -- delicate as lotus stalks, so skilled at shattering the swan-like composure of Krsna's mind -- with a pair of armlets wrought from clusters of gems?

rāsotsave ya iha gokulacandra-bāhu- sparśena saubhaga-bharaṁ nitarām avāpa graiveyakeṇa kim u taṁ tava kaṇṭha-deśaṁ sampūjayiṣyati punaḥ subhage jano 'yam

O fortunate one, will this person again honor with a necklace that region of your neck, which attained the utmost measure of good fortune through the touch of the arm of Gokula's moon during the rasa festival?

dattaḥ pralamba-ripuṇodbhaṭa-śaṅkhacūḍa- nāśāt pratoṣi-hṛdayaṁ madhumaṅgalasya hastena yaḥ sumukhi kaustubha-mitram etaṁ kiṁ te syamantaka-maṇiṁ taralaṁ kariṣye

O sweet-faced one, that shimmering jewel rivaling the Kaustubha, which Krsna, the enemy of Pralamba, tore from the nose of the slain demon Sankhacuda and placed in Madhumangala's hand to gladden his heart -- shall I fashion that into a pendant, like the Syamantaka jewel, for you?

prānta-dvaye parivirājita-guccha-yugma- vibhrājitena nava-kāñcana-ḍorakeṇa kṣīṇaṁ krudhaty atha kṛśodari ced itīva badhnāmi bhos tava kadabhibhayena madhyam

O slender-waisted one, fearing that your already slim waist might protest, when, out of that very fear, shall I bind it with a fresh golden string, resplendent with a pair of tassels shining at its two ends?

kanaka-guṇitam uccair mauktikaṁ mat-karāt te tila-kusuma-vijetrī nāsikā sā su-vṛttam madhumathana-mahāli-kṣobhakaṁ hema-gauri prakaṭatara-maranda-prāyam ādāsyate kim

O golden one, will that nose of yours, more graceful than a sesame blossom, ever accept from my hand a round pearl strung high on a golden thread -- a pearl that, like a flower overflowing with nectar, stirs Krsna, the great bee, to distraction?

aṅgadena tava vāma-doḥ-sthale svarṇa-gauri nava-ratna-mālikām paṭṭa-guccha-pariśobhitām imām ājñayā pariṇayāmi te kadā

O golden one, when, at your command, shall I fasten upon your left upper arm this armlet -- a fresh garland of jewels beautifully set off with silken tassels?

karṇayor upari cakra-śalāke cañcalākṣi nihite mayakā te kṣobhakaṁ nikhila-gopa-vadhūnāṁ cakravad bhramayatāṁ mura-śatrum

O restless-eyed one, when I place upon your two ears a pair of wheel-shaped ornaments, will they become a source of agitation to all the cowherd women, seeming to spin the enemy of Mura round and round like a wheel?

kadā te mṛgaśāvākṣi cibuke mṛganābhinā bindum ullāsayiṣyāmi mukundāmoda-mandire

O fawn-eyed one, when shall I brighten your chin, the very abode of Mukunda's delight, with a dot of musk?

daśanāṁs te kadā rakta- rekhābhir bhūṣayāmy aham devi muktā-phalānīha padmarāga-guṇair iva

O Devi, when shall I adorn your teeth with lines of red, as though stringing pearls with rubies?

utkhādireṇa nava-candra-virājitena rāgeṇa te vara-sudhādhara-bimba-yugme gāṅgeya-gātri mayakā parirañjite 'smin daṁśaṁ vidhāsyati haṭhāt kim u kṛṣṇa-kīraḥ

O fair one, when this pair of your nectar-sweet, bimba-red lips has been tinted by me with fine catechu-red, glowing like a rising new moon, will Krsna's dark parrot then dare to plant its bite there?

yat-prānta-deśa-lava-leśa-vighūrṇitena baddhaḥ kṣaṇād bhavati kṛṣṇa-karīndra uccaiḥ tat-khañjarīṭa-jayi-netra-yugaṁ kadāyaṁ sampūjayiṣyati janas tava kajjalena

When will this person adorn with collyrium that pair of your eyes -- a mere restless flicker of whose corners is enough to instantly bind fast even the great elephant king, Krsna?

yasyāṅka-rañjita-śirās tava-māna-bhaṅge goṣṭhendra-sūnur adhikāṁ suṣamām upaiti lākṣā-rasah sa ca kadā padayor adhas te nyasto mayāpy atitarāṁ chavim āpsyatīha

That red lac with which your feet are painted -- the very mark on which Gokula's prince lays his head and attains the greatest beauty when your jealous anger at last breaks -- when, applied by my own hand, will it attain here an even greater splendor?

kalāvati natāṁsayoḥ pracura-kāma-puñjojjvalat- kalānidhi-muradviṣaḥ prakaṭa-rasa-sambhavayoh bhrama-bhramara-jhaṅkṛtair madhura-malli-mālāṁ mudā kadā tava tayoḥ samarpayati devi dāsī-janaḥ

O accomplished one, when will this maidservant joyfully offer a sweet garland of jasmine, humming with wandering bees, to that pair of bowed shoulders of Krsna, the moon who vanquished Mura, shoulders radiant with the fullness of desire from which manifest rasa is born?

sūryāya sūryamaṇi-nirmita-vedi-madhye mugdhāṅgi bhāvata ihāli-kulair vṛtāyāḥ arghaṁ samarpayitum utka-dhiyas tavārāt sajjāni kiṁ sumukhi dāsyati dāsikeyam

O sweet-faced, enchanting one, when you sit surrounded by your many girlfriends upon the altar built of sun-crystal, offering arghya to the sun -- will this eager-hearted maidservant of yours be permitted to prepare and hand you that offering?

vraja-pura-pati-rājñyā ājñayā mistam annaṁ bahu-vidham ati-yatnāt svena pakvaṁ varoru sapadi nija-sakhīnāṁ mad-vidhānāṁ ca hastair madhumathana-nimittaṁ kiṁ tvayā sannidhapyam

O fair one, at the command of Vraja's queen, will you, for Krsna's sake, at once place into the hands of your own sakhis and of one such as me the many varieties of sweet food you have cooked yourself with such great care?

nītānna-mad-vidha-lalāṭa-taṭe lalāṭaṁ prītyā pradāya muditā vraja-rāja-rājñī premṇā prasūr iva bhavat-kuśalasya pṛcchāṁ bhavye vidhāsyati kadā mayi tāvakatvāt

When, out of sheer love, will Vraja's queen, delighted, press her forehead to mine as I bring the food, and ask after your welfare with a mother's affection, simply because I belong to you?

kṛṣṇa-vaktrāmbujocchiṣṭaṁ prasādaṁ param ādarāt dattaṁ dhaniṣṭhayā devi kim āneṣyāmi te 'grataḥ

O Devi, will I carry before you, with the greatest care, that supreme prasada -- the remnants from Krsna's own lotus mouth -- given to me by Dhanistha?

nānā-vidhair amṛta-sāra-rasāyanais taiḥ kṛṣṇa-prasāda-militair iha bhojya-peyaiḥ hā kuṅkumāṅgi lalitādi-sakhī-vṛtā tvaṁ yatnān mayā kim u taram upabhojanīyā

O golden-limbed one, surrounded by Lalita and the other sakhis, will you be served with care by me these various foods and drinks -- the very essence of nectar, remnants obtained from Krsna's own prasada?

pānāya vāri madhuraṁ nava-pāṭalādi- karpūra-vāsitataraṁ taralākṣi dattvā kāle kadā tava mayācamanīya-danta- kastadikam praṇayataḥ param arpaṇīyam

O restless-eyed one, having given you sweet water to drink, richly scented with fresh patala flowers and camphor, when, at the proper time, shall I lovingly offer you afterward the tooth-cleansing twig and the other things needed to rinse your mouth?

bhojanasya samaye tava yatnad devi dhūpa-nivahān vara-gandhān vijanadyam api tat-kṣaṇa-yogyaṁ hā kadā praṇayataḥ praṇayāmi

O Devi, at the time of your meal, when, with care and love, shall I offer you excellent fragrant incense and the fan, each suited to that very moment?

karpūra-pūra-paripūrita-nāga-vallī- parṇādi-pūga-parikalpita-vīṭikāṁ te vaktrāmbuje madhura-gātri mudā kadāhaṁ protphulla-roma-nikaraiḥ param arpayāmi

O sweet-bodied one, when, my body's hairs standing on end in ecstasy, shall I joyfully place into your lotus mouth a betel roll of leaf and areca-nut, filled to the brim with camphor?

ārātrikeṇa bhavatīṁ kim u devi devīṁ nirmañchayiṣyatitarāṁ lalitā pramodāt anyālayaś ca nava-maṅgala-gāna-puṣpaiḥ prāṇārbudair api kacair api dāsikeyam

O Devi, O goddess herself, will Lalita, overflowing with joy, wave the arati lamp before you to dispel every trace of inauspiciousness, amid fresh and auspicious songs and flowers -- and will this maidservant too, offering millions of her own life-breaths and even her own hair, join in that worship from the other chambers?

ālī-kulena lalitā-pramukhena sārdham ātanvatī tvam iha nirbhara-narma-goṣṭhīm mat-pāṇi-kalpita-manohara-keli-talpam ābhūṣayiṣyasi kadā svapanena devi

O Devi, when, engaged here in intense, joking conversation together with your host of sakhis headed by Lalita, will you grace with your sleep the enchanting playful bed arranged by my own hands?

saṁvāhayiṣyati padau tava kiṅkarīyaṁ hā rūpa-mañjarir asau ca karāmbuje dve yasmin manojña-hṛdaye sadaye 'nayoḥ kiṁ śrīmān bhaviṣyatitarāṁ śubha-vāsaraḥ saḥ

That auspicious day will indeed become supremely glorious when this maidservant and Rupa-manjari, our hearts tender and compassionate toward each other, together massage your two feet with our four hands.

tavodgīrṇaṁ bhojyaṁ sumukhi kila kallola-salilaṁ tathā pādāmbhojāmṛtam iha mayā bhakti-latayā ayi premṇā sārdhaṁ praṇayi-jana-vargair bahu-vidhai raho labdhavyaṁ kiṁ pracuratara-bhagyodaya-balaiḥ

O sweet-faced one, will I, a mere creeper of devotion, ever, through the strength of an abundantly rising fortune, obtain in secret, together with love and with the many kinds of your loving devotees, the food remnants surging forth from you like waves, as well as the nectar of your lotus feet?

bhojanāvasare devi snehena sva-mukhāmbujāt mahyaṁ tvad-gata-cittāyai kiṁ sudhās tvaṁ pradāsyasi

O Devi, at the time of eating, will you, out of affection, give the nectar from your own lotus mouth to me, whose mind is fixed on you alone?

api bata rasavatyāḥ siddhaye mādhavasya vraja-pati-puram udyad-roma-romā vrajantī skhalita-gatir udañcat-svānta-saukhyena kiṁ me kvacid api nayanābhyāṁ lapsyase svāmini tvam

Ah, O mistress, will I somewhere, with these two eyes of mine, catch sight of you as you go, every hair standing on end, your gait faltering, your heart overflowing with rising happiness, to the town of Vraja's king to prepare rasa-preparations for Madhava?

pārśva-dvaye lalitayātha viśākhayā ca tvāṁ sarvataḥ parijanaiś ca paraiḥ parītām paścān mayā vibhṛta-bhaṅgura-madhya-bhāgāṁ kiṁ rūpa-mañjarir iyaṁ pathi neṣyatīha

Will Rupa-manjari, with me following behind supporting your gently swaying waist, lead you here along the path -- you who are surrounded on all sides by Lalita and Visakha at your two flanks, and by other attendants?

hamvarair iha gavām api ballavānāṁ kolāhalair vividha-vandi-kalavataam taiḥ samrajate priyatayā vraja-rāja-sūnor govardhanād api gurur vraja-vanditād yaḥ

There, resplendent with the affectionate lowing of cows, the calls of cowherd men, and the varied melodious cries of many songbirds, reigns a place dearer to Vraja's prince than even Govardhana, the hill worshiped by all of Vraja.

prāptāṁ nija-praṇayinī-prakaraiḥ parītāṁ nandīśvaraṁ vraja-mahendra-mahālayaṁ tam dūre nirīkṣya muditā tvaritaṁ dhaniṣṭhā tvām ānayiṣyati kadā praṇayair mamāgre

When, having seen from a distance that you have arrived at Nandisvara, the great residence of Vraja's great king, surrounded by your own crowd of loving friends, will joyful Dhanistha quickly bring you before me with love?

prakṣālya pāda-kamale kuśale praviṣṭā natvā vrajeśa-mahiṣī-prabhṛtīr gurūs taih hā kurvatī rasavatīṁ rasa-bhāk kadā tvaṁ sammajayisyatitaram sukha-sāgare mām

Having entered safely and washed your two lotus feet, and bowed down to the queen of Vraja's king and the other elders, when, O relisher of rasa, engaged in preparing the rasa-dishes, will you immerse me utterly in an ocean of happiness?

mādhavāya nata-vaktram ādṛtā bhojya-peya-rasa-sañcayaṁ kramāt tanvatī tvam iha rohiṇī-kare devi phulla-vadanaṁ kadekṣyase

O Devi, when will I see your blossoming face here as, your head respectfully bowed, you place into Rohini's hand, in due order, the collection of delicious foods and drinks meant for Madhava?

bhojane guru-sabhāsu kathañcin mādhavena nata-dṛṣṭi-madotkam vīkṣyamāṇam iha te mukha-padmaṁ modayiṣyasi kadā madhure mām

O sweet one, when, while you eat in the assembly of the elders, will your lotus face -- glanced at secretly, with lowered, joy-intoxicated eyes, by Madhava -- delight me here?

ayi vipinam aṭantaṁ saurabheyī-kulānāṁ vraja-nṛpati-kumāraṁ rakṣaṇe dīkṣitaṁ tam vikala-mati-jananyā lālyamānaṁ kadā tvaṁ smita-madhura-kapolaṁ vīkṣyase vīkṣyamāṇā

Ah, when, yourself being watched, will you gaze upon that prince of Vraja's king, initiated into the task of guarding the herds as he wanders the forest, being fondled by his anxious mother, his cheeks sweetly smiling?

goṣṭheśayātha kutukāc chapathādi-pūrvaṁ su-snigdhayā sumukhi mātṛ-parārdhato 'pi hā hrī-mati priya-gaṇaiḥ saha bhojyamānāṁ kiṁ tvāṁ nirīkṣya hṛdaye mudam adya lapsye

O sweet-faced, bashful one, will I today gain joy in my heart, seeing you being fed by the queen of Vraja -- more affectionate to you than countless mothers -- out of playful fondness, amid oaths and teasing, together with your dear companions?

āliṅganena śirasaḥ paricumbanena snehāvalokana-bhareṇa ca khañjanākṣi goṣṭheśayā nava-vadhūm iva lālyamānāṁ tvāṁ prekṣya kiṁ hṛdi mahotsavam ātaniṣye

O restless-eyed one, will I hold a great festival in my heart on seeing you fondled by the queen of Vraja like a new bride, with an embrace, a kiss upon the head, and a heavy, loving gaze?

hā rūpa-mañjari sakhi praṇayena devīṁ tvad-bāhu-datta-bhuja-vallarim āyatākṣīm paścād ahaṁ kalita-kāma-taraṅga-raṅgāṁ neṣyāmi kiṁ hari-vibhūṣita-keli-kuñjam

O friend Rupa-manjari, will I, following behind, lead the large-eyed goddess -- her creeper-like arm placed lovingly about your shoulder -- into the playful bower adorned by Hari, filled with the surging waves of desire?

sākaṁ tvayā sakhi nikuñja-gṛhe sarasyāḥ svasyās taṭe kusuma-bhāvita-bhūṣaṇena śṛṅgāritaṁ vidadhatī priyam īśvarī sā hā hā bhaviṣyati mad-īkṣaṇa-gocaraḥ kim

O friend, will that mistress, adorning her beloved with flower ornaments on the bank of the lake within the bower-cottage together with you -- ah, will that very scene ever fall within range of my eyes?

śrutvā vicakṣaṇa-mukhād vraja-rāja-sūnoḥ śastābhisāra-samayaṁ subhage 'tra hṛṣṭā sūkṣmāmbaraiḥ kusuma-saṁskṛta-karṇa-pūra- hārādibhiś ca bhavatīṁ kim alankarisye

O fortunate one, having heard from the beak of Vicaksana, the parrot of Vraja's prince, that the appointed hour for the tryst has come, will I, overjoyed, adorn you here with fine garments, flower ear-ornaments, necklaces, and the like?

nānā-puṣpaiḥ kvaṇita-madhupair devi sambhāvitābhir mālābhis tad-ghusṛṇa-vilasat-kāma-citrālibhiś ca rājad-dvāre sapadi madanānandadābhikhya-gehe mallī-jālaiḥ śaśi-mukhi kadā talpam akalpayami

O moon-faced Devi, when shall I, right at the shining doorway of the chamber named Madananandada, "giver of Cupid's bliss," prepare a bed strewn with jasmine, garlands of flowers hummed over by bees, and paintings of amorous scenes traced in shining kunkuma?

śrī-rūpa-mañjari-karārcita-pāda-padma- goṣṭhendra-nandana-bhujārpita-mastakāyāḥ hā modataḥ kanaka-gauri padāravinda- saṁvāhanāni śanakais tava kiṁ kariṣye

O golden one, will I, with joy, gently massage your lotus feet -- feet worshiped by Sri Rupa-manjari's own hands -- while your head rests upon the arm of Gokula's prince?

govardhanādri-nikaṭe mukuṭena narma- līlā-vidagdha-śirasāṁ madhusūdanena dāna-cchalena bhavatīm avarudhyamānāṁ drakṣyāmi kiṁ bhrū-kuṭi-darpita-netra-yugmam

Will I see you, near Govardhana Hill, playfully detained under the pretext of collecting a toll by Krsna, his head crowned, so expert in joking pastimes, while your eyes are haughtily narrowed in a frown?

tava tanu-vara-gandhāsaṅgi-vātena candrā- vali-kara-kṛta-mallī-keli-talpac cchalena madhura-mukhi mukundaṁ kuṇḍa-tīre milantaṁ madhupam iva kadāhaṁ vīkṣya darpaṁ kariṣye

O sweet-faced one, when shall I feel proud, seeing Mukunda, drawn by the breeze carrying the fragrance of your excellent body from the jasmine pleasure-bed made by Candravali's own hand, arrive like a bee at the bank of the kunda?

samantād unmatta-bhramara-kula-jhaṅkāra-nikarair lasat-padma-stomair api vihaga-rāvair api param sakhī-vṛndaiḥ svīyaiḥ sarasi madhure prāṇa-patinā kadā drakṣyāmas te śaśi-mukhi navaṁ keli-nivaham

O moon-faced one, when shall we, together with your own host of sakhis, witness your fresh series of pastimes with your life's Lord, at that sweet lake ringed on every side by the humming of maddened bees, gleaming clusters of lotuses, and the cries of birds?

sarovara-lasat-taṭe madhupa-guñji-kuñjāntare sphuṭat-kusuma-saṅkule vividha-puṣpa-saṅghair mudā ariṣṭa-jayinā kadā tava varoru bhūṣā-vidhir vidhāsyata iha priyaṁ mama sukhābdhim ātanvatā

O fair one, when will the arrangement of your ornaments, joyfully made from clusters of various blossoming flowers on the shining bank of the lake, within the bower humming with bees and crowded with opening blossoms, performed by the conqueror of Arista, spread here an ocean of happiness dear to me?

sphīta-svāntaṁ kayācit sa-rabhasam acireṇārpyamāṇair darodyan- nānā-puṣporu-guñjāphala-nikara-lasat-keki-piñcha-prapañcaiḥ sotkampaṁ racyamānaḥ kṛta-ruci-hariṇotphullam aṅgaṁ vahantyāḥ svāminyāḥ keśa-pāśaḥ kim u mama nayanānandam uccair vidhātā

As some sakhi eagerly and swiftly braids my mistress's hair, her heart swelling with joy, her body trembling and blossoming with delight at the lovely arrangement, decorated with clusters of half-opened flowers, large gunja berries, and trailing peacock feathers -- will that braid grant supreme delight to my eyes?

mādhavaṁ madana-keli-vibhrame mattayā sarasijena bhavatyā tāḍitaṁ sumukhi vīkṣya kintv iyaṁ gūḍha-hāsya-vadanā bhaviṣyati

O sweet-faced one, seeing Madhava struck by you with a lotus flower, intoxicated in the playful sport of love, will this one then wear a face of hidden, suppressed laughter?

su-lalita-nija-bāhv-āśliṣṭa-goṣṭhendra-sūnoḥ su-valitatara-bāhv-āśleṣa-dīvyan-natāṁsā madhura-madana-gānaṁ tanvatī tena sārdhaṁ subhaga-mukhi mudaṁ me hā kadā dāsyasi tvam

O fortunate-faced one, your own lovely arm embracing the prince of Gokula, your bowed shoulder shining in the embrace of his shapely arm, singing sweet songs of love together with him -- when will you grant joy to me?

jitvā pāśaka-khelāyām ācchidya muralīṁ hareḥ kṣiptāṁ mayi tvayā devi gopayiṣyāmi tāṁ kadā

O Devi, when will I keep safely hidden that flute of Hari, which, having won it at a game of dice, you snatched away and tossed to me?

ayi sumukhi kadāhaṁ mālatī-keli-talpe madhura-madhura-goṣṭhīṁ bibhratim vallabhena manasija-sukhade 'smin mandire smera-gaṇḍāṁ sa-pulaka-tanu-vesa tvāṁ kadā vijayami

O sweet-faced one, my body thrilled with joy, when shall I fan you as you lie, cheeks smiling, in the sweetest conversation with your beloved, upon the jasmine pleasure-bed in this chamber that grants the joy of Cupid?

ayatodyat-kamala-vadane hanta līlābhisārād gaty-āṭopaiḥ śrama-vilulitaṁ devi pādābja-yugmam snehāt saṁvāhayitum api hrī-puñja-mūrte 'py alajjaṁ nāma-grāhaṁ nija-janam imaṁ hā kadā notsyasi tvam

O Devi, whose face is like a full-blown lotus, when will you, without hesitation, though you are modesty itself, call this maidservant of yours by name to affectionately massage your pair of lotus feet, made weary and disheveled by the vigorous gait of your amorous tryst?

hā naptri rādhe tava sūrya-bhakteḥ kālaḥ samutpanna itaḥ kuto 'si itīva roṣān mukharā lapantī sudheva kiṁ māṁ sukhayiṣyatīha

"Ah, granddaughter Radha, the time for your worship of the sun has come -- where have you been?" Will Mukhara, grumbling thus in anger, ever bring me delight here, sweet as nectar itself?

devi bhāṣita-pīyūṣaṁ smitakarpūra vāsitam śrotrābhyāṁ nayanābhyāṁ te kiṁ nu seviṣyate mayā

O Devi, will I ever relish, with my ears and eyes, that nectar of your speech, scented with the camphor of your smile?

kusuma-cayana-khelāṁ kurvatī tvaṁ parītā rasa-kuṭila-sakhībhiḥ prāṇa-nāthena sārdham kapaṭa-kalaha-kelyā kvāpi roṣeṇa bhinnā mama mudam ati-velam dhāsyase su-vrate kim

O one of noble vows, engaged all around in the game of gathering flowers together with your life's Lord and your teasingly mischievous sakhis, will you, becoming separated somewhere amid a feigned quarrel and anger, grant me boundless joy?

nānā-vidhaiḥ pṛthula-kāku-bharair asahyaiḥ samprārthitaḥ priyatayā bata mādhavena tvan-māna-bhaṅga-vidhaye sa-daye jano 'yaṁ vyagraḥ patiṣyati kadā lalitā-padānte

Ah, when, being earnestly entreated with unbearable and repeated pleading by Madhava out of love, will this compassionate one, anxious to break your jealous anger, fall eagerly at Lalita's feet?

prītyā maṅgala-gīta-nṛtya-vilasad-vīṇādi-vādyotsavaiḥ śuddhānāṁ payasāṁ ghaṭair bahu-vidhaiḥ saṁvāsitānāṁ bhṛśam vṛndāraṇya-mahādhipatya-vidhaye yaḥ paurṇamāsyā svayaṁ dhīre saṁvihitaḥ sa kiṁ tava mahotseko mayā drakṣyate

Will I get to see that great festival of your coronation as sovereign of Vrndavana forest, performed of her own accord, out of love, by Paurnamasi herself, O composed one, amid pots of pure, richly fragrant milk of many kinds, and festivities of auspicious song, dance, and the playing of vina and drums?

bhrātrā go-'yutam atra mañju-vadane snehena dattvālayaṁ śrīdāmnā kṛpaṇāṁ pratoṣya jaṭilāṁ rakṣākhya-rākā-kṣaṇe nītāyāḥ sukha-śoka-rodana-bharais te sandravantyah paraṁ vātsalyāj janakau vidhāsyata itaḥ kiṁ lalanam me 'grataḥ

O sweet-faced one, after your brother Sridama has lovingly given ten thousand cows here, and after miserly Jatila has been placated and relieved of her watch over you on this full-moon occasion, and you have been brought back, melting in floods of tears of mingled joy and sorrow -- will your parents, out of sheer parental love, ever caress me too, here before you?

lajjayali-purataḥ parato māṁ gahvaraṁ giri-pater bata nītvā divya-gānam api tat-svara-bhedaṁ siksayisyasi kadā sa-daye tvam

O compassionate one, when, taking me apart out of shyness before your sakhis into a cave of the mountain-king, will you teach me the various melodic modes of the divine songs?

yācitā lalitayā kila devyā lajjayā nata-mukhīṁ ganato mām devi divya-rasa-kāvya-kadambaṁ pāṭhayiṣyasi kadā praṇayena

O Devi, when, at Lalita's request, will you lovingly teach me, though I sit with head bowed in shyness at the thought of singing, the abundant collection of your divine, rasa-filled poetry?

nija-kuṇḍa-tati-kuñje guñjad-bhramara-saṅkule devi tvaṁ kacchapi-śikṣāṁ kadā māṁ kārayiṣyasi

O Devi, when, in the bower on the bank of your own kunda, thronging with humming bees, will you teach me to play the kacchapi vina?

vihārais truṭitaṁ hāraṁ gumphitam dayitaṁ kadā sakhīnāṁ lajjayā devi saṁjñayā māṁ nidekṣyasi

O Devi, when, out of shyness before your sakhis, will you signal to me alone to restring your beloved necklace, broken during love-play?

sva-mukhān man-mukhe devi kadā tāmbūla-carvitam snehāt sarva-diso vīkṣya samaye tvaṁ pradāsyasi

O Devi, when, at the right moment, after glancing carefully in every direction, will you affectionately place into my mouth the betel you have chewed with your own?

niviḍa-madana-yuddhe prāṇa-nāthena sārdhaṁ dayita-madhura-kāñcī yā madād vismṛtāsīt śaśi-mukhi samaye tāṁ hanta sambhālya bhaṅgyā tvaritam iha tad-arthaṁ kiṁ tvayāhaṁ praheyā

O moon-faced one, in the intense love-battle with your life's Lord, when your sweet, cherished girdle slips off unnoticed in the passion, will I be sent by you to quickly and discreetly recover it?

kenāpi doṣa-lava-mātra-lavena devi santāḍyamāna iha dhīra-mate tvayoccaiḥ roṣeṇa tal lalitayā kila nīyamānaḥ sandrakṣyate kim u manāk sa-dayam jano 'yam

O Devi of steady mind, when will this person, severely rebuked by you here for the merest shadow of a fault, and then led away in anger by Lalita, at last be regarded, even slightly, with compassion?

tavaivāsmi tavaivāsmi na jīvāmi tvayā vinā iti vijñāya devi tvaṁ naya māṁ caranantikam

"I am yours, I am yours alone; I cannot live without you" -- knowing this, O Devi, lead me to the vicinity of your feet.

sva-kuṇḍaṁ tava lolākṣi sa-priyāyāḥ sad āspadam atraiva mama saṁvāsa ihaiva mama saṁsthitiḥ

O restless-eyed one, your own kunda is the eternal abode of you together with your beloved. Here alone is my dwelling; here alone is my abode.

he śrī-sarovara sadā tvayi sā mad-īśā preṣṭhena sārdham iha khelati kāma-raṅgaiḥ tvaṁ cet priyāt priyam atīva tayor itīmāṁ hā darśayādya kṛpayā mama jīvitaṁ tām

O sacred lake, my mistress ever sports here within you, with her beloved, in the delightful playgrounds of love. If you are dearer to that couple than even their own dearest selves, then, out of mercy, show me today that very life of mine.

kṣaṇam api tava saṅgaṁ na tyajed eva devi tvam asi samavayastvān narma-bhūmir yad asyāḥ iti sumukhi viśākhe darśayitvā mad-īśāṁ mama viraha-hatāyāḥ prāṇa-rakṣāṁ kuruṣva

"She never abandons your company even for a moment, since, being her same-aged friend, you are the very ground of her intimate joking" -- O sweet-faced Visakha, with this in mind, show me my mistress, and so save the life of one struck down by separation.

hā nātha gokula-sudhākara su-prasanna- vaktrāravinda madhura-smita he kṛpārdra yatra tvayā viharate praṇayaiḥ priyārāt tatraiva mām api naya priya-sevanāya

O Lord, O moon of Gokula, whose lotus face is ever gracious and whose smile is sweet, O merciful one -- wherever you, the beloved king, sport in love, take me there too, for loving service.

lakṣmīr yad-aṅghri-kamalasya nakhāñcalasya saundarya-bindum api nārhati labdhum īśe sā tvaṁ vidhāsyasi na cen mama netra-dānaṁ kiṁ jīvitena mama duḥkha-davāgnidena

O Lord, if you, whose toenails' beauty even the goddess Laksmi is unworthy to obtain even a drop of, will not grant the gift of yourself to my eyes, what use is this life of mine, which only feeds the forest fire of sorrow?

āśā-bharair amṛta-sindhu-mayaiḥ kathañcit kālo mayāti-gamitaḥ kila sāmprataṁ hi tvaṁ cet kṛpāṁ mayi vidhāsyasi naiva kiṁ me prāṇair vrajena ca varoru bakāriṇāpi

Somehow, sustained by hopes as vast as an ocean of nectar, I have passed the time until now. But if you, O fair one, will not show me mercy, of what use to me are my very life-breaths, or Vraja, or even Bakari himself?

tvaṁ cet kṛpāmayi kṛpāṁ mayi duḥkhitāyāṁ naivātanor atitarāṁ kim iha pralāpaiḥ tvat-kuṇḍa-madhyam api tad-bahu-kālam eva saṁsevyamānam api kiṁ nu kariṣyatīha

O merciful one, if you will not extend your mercy to me in my great suffering, what use is there in this excessive lamenting? Even the middle of your own kunda, though I serve it for a long time, what indeed will it do for me here?

ayi praṇaya-śālini praṇaya-puṣṭa-dāsyāptaye prakāmam api rodanaiḥ pracura-duḥkha-dagdhātmanā vilāpa-kusumāñjalir hṛdi nidhāya pādāmbuje mayā bata samarpitas tava tanotu tuṣṭiṁ manāk

O you who are full of love, may this Vilapa-kusumanjali -- this handful of flowers of lamentation -- offered by me, my very self scorched by abundant sorrow, through excessive weeping, in longing for a loving, devotion-nourished service to you, placed in my heart and at your lotus feet, bring you at least a little satisfaction.