Gaurim Gosthanesvarim Giridhara lyrics

gaurīṁ goṣṭhavaneśvarīṁ giridhara-prānādhika-preyasīṁ svīya-prāṇa-parārdha-puṣpa-paṭalī-nirmañchya-tat-paddhatim premṇā prāna-vayasyayā lalitayā saṁlālitāṁ narmabhiḥ siktāṁ suṣṭhu viśākhayā bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ

gaurim gosthavanesvarim giridhara-pranadhika-preyasim sviya-prana-parardha-puspa-patali-nirmanchya-tat-paddhatim premna prana-vayasyaya lalitaya samlalitam narmabhih siktam susthu visakhaya bhaja mano radham agadham rasaih

गौरीं गोष्ठवनेश्वरीं गिरिधरप्रानाधिकप्रेयसीं स्वीयप्राणपरार्धपुष्पपटलीनिर्मञ्छ्यतत्पद्धतिम प्रेम्णा प्रानवयस्यया ललितया संलालितां नर्मभिः सिक्तां सुष्ठु विशाखया भज मनो राधाम अगाधां रसैः

O heart, please worship fair-complexioned, profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who worships Lord Krsna's path with the millions of flowers of Her every breath, who is more dear to Lord Krsna than His own life, who is affectionately embraced by Her dear friend Lalita, and who is showered with a host of playful jokes by Visakha.

svīya-preṣṭha-sarovarāntika-valat-kuñjāntare saurabhot- phullat-puṣpa-maranda-lubdha-madhupa-śreṇī-dhvani-bhrājite mādyan-manmatha-rājya-kāryam asakṛd sambhālayantīṁ smarā- mātya-śrī-hariṇā samaṁ bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ

sviya-prestha-sarovarantika-valat-kunjantare saurabhot- phullat-puspa-maranda-lubdha-madhupa-sreni-dhvani-bhrajite madyan-manmatha-rajya-karyam asakrd sambhalayantim smara- matya-sri-harina samam bhaja mano radham agadham rasaih

स्वीयप्रेष्ठसरोवरान्तिकवलत्कुञ्जान्तरे सौरभोत फुल्लत्पुष्पमरन्दलुब्धमधुपश्रेणीध्वनिभ्राजिते माद्यन्मन्मथराज्यकार्यम असकृद सम्भालयन्तीं स्मरा मात्यश्रीहरिणा समं भज मनो राधाम अगाधां रसैः

O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who, by Her favorite lake, in a forest splendid with the sounds of many bees greedy to taste the honey of fragrant, blossoming flowers, discusses the charming politics of Kama's kingdom with Kama's prime minister, Lord Hari.

kṛṣṇāpaṅga-taraṅga-tuṅgitatarānaṅgāsu-raṅgāṁ giraṁ bhaṅgyā laṅgima-saṅgare vidadhatīṁ bhaṅgaṁ nu tad-raṅgiṇaḥ phullat-smera-sakhī-nikāya-nihita-svāśīḥ-sudhāsvādana labdhonmāda-dhuroddhurāṁ bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ

krsnapanga-taranga-tungitataranangasu-rangam giram bhangya langima-sangare vidadhatim bhangam nu tad-ranginah phullat-smera-sakhi-nikaya-nihita-svasih-sudhasvadana labdhonmada-dhuroddhuram bhaja mano radham agadham rasaih

कृष्णापङ्गतरङ्गतुङ्गिततरानङ्गासुरङ्गां गिरं भङ्ग्या लङ्गिमसङ्गरे विदधतीं भङ्गं नु तद्रङ्गिणः फुल्लत्स्मेरसखीनिकायनिहितस्वाशीःसुधास्वादन लब्धोन्मादधुरोद्धुरां भज मनो राधाम अगाधां रसैः

O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, whose senses, tossed by the high waves of Lord Krsna's sidelong glance, dance in the arena of Kama, who crookedly defeats her lover in the battle of amorous passion, and who is intoxicated by drinking the sweet nectar of the benedictions presented by Her smiling friends.

jitvā pāśaka-keli-saṅgaratare nirvāda-bimbādharaṁ smitvā dviḥ paṇitaṁ dhayaty aghahare sānanda-garvoddhure īṣā-choṇa-dṛg-anta-koṇam udayad-romañca-kampa-smitaṁ nighnantīṁ kamalena taṁ bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ

jitva pasaka-keli-sangaratare nirvada-bimbadharam smitva dvih panitam dhayaty aghahare sananda-garvoddhure isa-chona-drg-anta-konam udayad-romanca-kampa-smitam nighnantim kamalena tam bhaja mano radham agadham rasaih

जित्वा पाशककेलिसङ्गरतरे निर्वादबिम्बाधरं स्मित्वा द्विः पणितं धयत्य अघहरे सानन्दगर्वोद्धुरे ईषाछोणदृगन्तकोणम उदयद्रोमञ्चकम्पस्मितं निघ्नन्तीं कमलेन तं भज मनो राधाम अगाधां रसैः

O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who when Lord Krsna defeated Her in the dice-game and, smiling, blissful, and proud, the corners of His eyes red and the hairs of His trembling body erect, began to sip the two bimba fruit lips He won as the prize, She suddenly struck Him with a lotus flower.

aṁse nyasya karaṁ paraṁ bakaripor bāḍhaṁ susakhyonmadāṁ paśyantīṁ nava-kānana-śriyam imām udyad-vasantodbhavām prītyā tatra viśākhayā kiśalayaṁ navyaṁ vikīrṇaṁ priya- śrotre drāg dadhatīṁ mudā bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ

amse nyasya karam param bakaripor badham susakhyonmadam pasyantim nava-kanana-sriyam imam udyad-vasantodbhavam pritya tatra visakhaya kisalayam navyam vikirnam priya- srotre drag dadhatim muda bhaja mano radham agadham rasaih

अंसे न्यस्य करं परं बकरिपोर बाढं सुसख्योन्मदां पश्यन्तीं नवकाननश्रियम इमाम उद्यद्वसन्तोद्भवाम प्रीत्या तत्र विशाखया किशलयं नव्यं विकीर्णं प्रिय श्रोत्रे द्राग दधतीं मुदा भज मनो राधाम अगाधां रसैः

O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who, gazing with Visakha at the springtime beauty of the forest, resting her left hand on Krsna's shoulder, and maddened with deep friendship, with love and bliss suddenly placed a flowering twig on her beloved's ear.

mithyā-svāpam analpa-puṣpa-śayane govardhanādrer guhā- madhye prāg dadhato harer muralikāṁ hṛtvā harantīṁ srajam smitvā tena gṛhīta-kaṇṭha-nikaṭāṁ bhītyāpasārotsukāṁ hastābhyāṁ damita-stanīṁ bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ

mithya-svapam analpa-puspa-sayane govardhanadrer guha- madhye prag dadhato harer muralikam hrtva harantim srajam smitva tena grhita-kantha-nikatam bhityapasarotsukam hastabhyam damita-stanim bhaja mano radham agadham rasaih

मिथ्यास्वापम अनल्पपुष्पशयने गोवर्धनाद्रेर गुहा मध्ये प्राग दधतो हरेर मुरलिकां हृत्वा हरन्तीं स्रजम स्मित्वा तेन गृहीतकण्ठनिकटां भीत्यापसारोत्सुकां हस्ताभ्यां दमितस्तनीं भज मनो राधाम अगाधां रसैः

O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who, in the midst of a cave in Govardhana Hill, on a great bed made of flowers, as She pretended to sleep, tried to steal Krsna's flute and garland, was stopped by Him as he smiled and grasped Her neck, and when She became frightened and eager to run away, was stopped again as He pressed Her breasts with both His hands.

tūrṇaṁ gāḥ purato vidhāya sakhibhiḥ pūrṇaṁ viśantaṁ vraje ghūrṇad-yauvata-kāṅkṣitākṣi-naṭanaiḥ paśyantam asyā mukham śyāmaṁ śyāma-dṛg-anta-vibhrama-bharair āndolayantītarāṁ padmā-mlāni-karodayāṁ bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ

turnam gah purato vidhaya sakhibhih purnam visantam vraje ghurnad-yauvata-kanksitaksi-natanaih pasyantam asya mukham syamam syama-drg-anta-vibhrama-bharair andolayantitaram padma-mlani-karodayam bhaja mano radham agadham rasaih

तूर्णं गाः पुरतो विधाय सखिभिः पूर्णं विशन्तं व्रजे घूर्णद्यौवतकाङ्क्षिताक्षिनटनैः पश्यन्तम अस्या मुखम श्यामं श्यामदृगन्तविभ्रमभरैर आन्दोलयन्तीतरां पद्माम्लानिकरोदयां भज मनो राधाम अगाधां रसैः

O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who, when Krsna, placing the cows in front, entered Vraja with His friends, and with dancing, passionate eyes gazed at Her face, She, with many playful glances from the corners of Her eyes, made Him tremble and Her rival Padma wilt with despair.

prodyat-kānti-bhareṇa ballava-vadhū-tārāḥ parārdhāt parāḥ kurvāṇāṁ malinaḥ sadojjvala-rase rāse lasantīr api goṣṭhāraṇya-vareṇya-dhanya-gagane gatyānurādhāśritāṁ govindendu-virājitāṁ bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ

prodyat-kanti-bharena ballava-vadhu-tarah parardhat parah kurvanam malinah sadojjvala-rase rase lasantir api gostharanya-varenya-dhanya-gagane gatyanuradhasritam govindendu-virajitam bhaja mano radham agadham rasaih

प्रोद्यत्कान्तिभरेण बल्लववधूताराः परार्धात पराः कुर्वाणां मलिनः सदोज्ज्वलरसे रासे लसन्तीर अपि गोष्ठारण्यवरेण्यधन्यगगने गत्यानुराधाश्रितां गोविन्देन्दुविराजितां भज मनो राधाम अगाधां रसैः

O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who is the star Anuradha shining with the Govinda moon in the opulent sky of Vraja Forest, and who with her great splendor dims the many millions of gopi stars eternally shining in the glorious rasa dance.

prītyā suṣṭhu navāṣṭakaṁ paṭu-matir bhūmau nipatya sphuṭaṁ kākvā gadgada-nisvanena niyataṁ pūrṇaṁ paṭhed yaḥ kṛtī ghūrṇan-matta-mukunda-bhṛṅga-vilasad-rādhā-sudhā-vallarīṁ sevodreka-raseṇa goṣṭha-vipine premṇā sa tāṁ siñcati

pritya susthu navastakam patu-matir bhumau nipatya sphutam kakva gadgada-nisvanena niyatam purnam pathed yah krti ghurnan-matta-mukunda-bhrnga-vilasad-radha-sudha-vallarim sevodreka-rasena gostha-vipine premna sa tam sincati

प्रीत्या सुष्ठु नवाष्टकं पटुमतिर भूमौ निपत्य स्फुटं काक्वा गद्गदनिस्वनेन नियतं पूर्णं पठेद यः कृती घूर्णन्मत्तमुकुन्दभृङ्गविलसद्राधासुधावल्लरीं सेवोद्रेकरसेण गोष्ठविपिने प्रेम्णा स तां सिञ्चति

An intelligent and saintly person who, falling down on the ground, with choked words again and again recites this Navastaka, with the nectar of direct service lovingly waters the splendid nectar vine of Sri Radha, the playground of the intoxicated black bee of Lord Mukunda.