Nava Priyaka Manjari lyrics

nava-priyaka-mañjarī-racita-karṇa-pūra-śriyaṁ vinidratara-mālatī-kalita-śekhareṇojjvalam darocchvasita-yūthikā-grathita-valgu-vaikakṣakaṁ vraje vijayinaṁ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam

nava-priyaka-manjari-racita-karna-pura-sriyam vinidratara-malati-kalita-sekharenojjvalam darocchvasita-yuthika-grathita-valgu-vaikaksakam vraje vijayinam bhaje vipina-desatah kesavam

नवप्रियकमञ्जरीरचितकर्णपूरश्रियं विनिद्रतरमालतीकलितशेखरेणोज्ज्वलम दरोच्छ्वसितयूथिकाग्रथितवल्गुवैकक्षकं व्रजे विजयिनं भजे विपिनदेशतः केशवम

I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja with His ears beautified with earrings made of fresh Kadamba buds, whose crown is brightened by blooming Malati flowers and around whose neck a wreath of slightly blooming Yuthika flowers is wound.

piśaṅgi maṇikastani praṇata-śṛṅgi piṅgekṣaṇe mṛdaṅga-mukhi dhūmale śabali haṁsi vaṁśi priye iti sva-surabhī-kulaṁ taralam āhvayantaṁ mudā vraje vijayinaṁ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam

pisangi manikastani pranata-srngi pingeksane mrdanga-mukhi dhumale sabali hamsi vamsi priye iti sva-surabhi-kulam taralam ahvayantam muda vraje vijayinam bhaje vipina-desatah kesavam

पिशङ्गि मणिकस्तनि प्रणतशृङ्गि पिङ्गेक्षणे मृदङ्गमुखि धूमले शबलि हंसि वंशि प्रिये इति स्वसुरभीकुलं तरलम आह्वयन्तं मुदा व्रजे विजयिनं भजे विपिनदेशतः केशवम

I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja, joyfully wandering amongst His surabhi cows, calling them by name: "Pisangi! Manikastani! Pranatasrngi! Pingeksane! Mrdanga mukhi! Dhumale! Sabali! Hamsi! Vamsipriye!"

ghana-praṇaya-medhurān madhura-narma-goṣṭhi-kalā- vilāsa-nilayaān milad-vividha-veśa-vidyotinaḥ sakhīn akhila-sārayā pathiṣu hāsayantaṁ girā vraje vijayinaṁ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam

ghana-pranaya-medhuran madhura-narma-gosthi-kala- vilasa-nilayaan milad-vividha-vesa-vidyotinah sakhin akhila-saraya pathisu hasayantam gira vraje vijayinam bhaje vipina-desatah kesavam

घनप्रणयमेधुरान मधुरनर्मगोष्ठिकला विलासनिलयआन मिलद्विविधवेशविद्योतिनः सखीन अखिलसारया पथिषु हासयन्तं गिरा व्रजे विजयिनं भजे विपिनदेशतः केशवम

I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja. He is softened by deep love, enjoys sweet joking conversations and He is the abode of all playful enjoyments. He shines in many different dresses and laughs at the best jokes that His friends make along the way.

śramāmbu-kaṇikāvalī-dara-vilīḍha-gaṇḍāntaraṁ samūḍha-giri-dhātubhir likhita-cāru-patrāṅkuram udañcad-ali-maṇḍalī-dyuti-viḍambi-vakrālakaṁ vraje vijayinaṁ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam

sramambu-kanikavali-dara-vilidha-gandantaram samudha-giri-dhatubhir likhita-caru-patrankuram udancad-ali-mandali-dyuti-vidambi-vakralakam vraje vijayinam bhaje vipina-desatah kesavam

श्रमाम्बुकणिकावलीदरविलीढगण्डान्तरं समूढगिरिधातुभिर लिखितचारुपत्राङ्कुरम उदञ्चदलिमण्डलीद्युतिविडम्बिवक्रालकं व्रजे विजयिनं भजे विपिनदेशतः केशवम

I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja. The leaves that were painted on His cheeks with mountain minerals are slightly washed away by drops of perspiration and His curly locks defeat the luster of a cluster of bees.

nibaddha-nava-tarṇakāvali-vilokanotkaṇṭhayā naṭat-khura-puṭāñcalair alaghubhir bhuvaṁ bhindatīm kalena dhavalā-ghaṭaṁ laghu nivartayantaṁ puro vraje vijayinaṁ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam

nibaddha-nava-tarnakavali-vilokanotkanthaya natat-khura-putancalair alaghubhir bhuvam bhindatim kalena dhavala-ghatam laghu nivartayantam puro vraje vijayinam bhaje vipina-desatah kesavam

निबद्धनवतर्णकावलिविलोकनोत्कण्ठया नटत्खुरपुटाञ्चलैर अलघुभिर भुवं भिन्दतीम कलेन धवलाघटं लघु निवर्तयन्तं पुरो व्रजे विजयिनं भजे विपिनदेशतः केशवम

I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja. The cows that eagerly look at their bound up calves deeply carve the soil with their dancing hooves, and He withholds them with the soft playing of His flute.

padāṅka-tatibhir varāṁ viracayantam adhva-śriyaṁ calat-tarala-naicikī-nicaya-dhūli-dhūmra-srajam marul-lahari-cañcalī-kṛta-dukūla-cūḍāñcalaṁ vraje vijayinaṁ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam

padanka-tatibhir varam viracayantam adhva-sriyam calat-tarala-naiciki-nicaya-dhuli-dhumra-srajam marul-lahari-cancali-krta-dukula-cudancalam vraje vijayinam bhaje vipina-desatah kesavam

पदाङ्कततिभिर वरां विरचयन्तम अध्वश्रियं चलत्तरलनैचिकीनिचयधूलिधूम्रस्रजम मरुल्लहरिचञ्चलीकृतदुकूलचूडाञ्चलं व्रजे विजयिनं भजे विपिनदेशतः केशवम

I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja, beautifying the roads with His footprints, whose garland is made grey by the dust thrown up by His herd of restless cows and whose cloth, scarf and crown are moving along with the waves of the blowing wind.

vilāsa-muralī-kala-dhvanibhir ullasan-mānasāḥ kṣaṇād akhila-ballavīḥ pulakayantam antar gṛhe muhur vidadhataṁ hṛdi pramuditāṁ ca goṣṭheśvsarīṁ vraje vijayinaṁ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam

vilasa-murali-kala-dhvanibhir ullasan-manasah ksanad akhila-ballavih pulakayantam antar grhe muhur vidadhatam hrdi pramuditam ca gosthesvsarim vraje vijayinam bhaje vipina-desatah kesavam

विलासमुरलीकलध्वनिभिर उल्लसन्मानसाः क्षणाद अखिलबल्लवीः पुलकयन्तम अन्तर गृहे मुहुर विदधतं हृदि प्रमुदितां च गोष्ठेश्व्सरीं व्रजे विजयिनं भजे विपिनदेशतः केशवम

I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja, where He gladdened the minds of all the cowherd girls at once with the playful and artful tunes of His Murali flute, which causes them to horripilate of ecstasy within their inner quarters, and who constantly gives joy to the heart of the queen of Vraja, Yasoda.

upetya pathi sundarī-tatibhir ābhir abhyarcitaṁ smitāṅkura-karambitair naṭad-apaṅga-bhaṅgīśataiḥ stana-stavaka-sañcaran-nayana-cañcarīkāñcalaṁ vraje vijayinaṁ bhaje vipina-deśataḥ keśavam

upetya pathi sundari-tatibhir abhir abhyarcitam smitankura-karambitair natad-apanga-bhangisataih stana-stavaka-sancaran-nayana-cancarikancalam vraje vijayinam bhaje vipina-desatah kesavam

उपेत्य पथि सुन्दरीततिभिर आभिर अभ्यर्चितं स्मिताङ्कुरकरम्बितैर नटदपङ्गभङ्गीशतैः स्तनस्तवकसञ्चरन्नयनचञ्चरीकाञ्चलं व्रजे विजयिनं भजे विपिनदेशतः केशवम

I worship Kesava, who returns from the forest of Vraja, being worshipped by hundreds of dancing, playful glances and beautiful smiles of the beautiful girls on the road, and the corners of whose bee like eyes move restlessly around their bud like breasts.

idaṁ nikhila-ballavī-kula-mahotsavollāsanaṁ krameṇa kila yaḥ pumān paṭhati suṣṭhu padyāṣṭakam tam ujjvala-dhiyaṁ sadā nija-padāravinda-dvaye ratiṁ dadhad acañcalāṁ sukhayatād viśākhā-sakhaḥ

idam nikhila-ballavi-kula-mahotsavollasanam kramena kila yah puman pathati susthu padyastakam tam ujjvala-dhiyam sada nija-padaravinda-dvaye ratim dadhad acancalam sukhayatad visakha-sakhah

इदं निखिलबल्लवीकुलमहोत्सवोल्लासनं क्रमेण किल यः पुमान पठति सुष्ठु पद्याष्टकम तम उज्ज्वलधियं सदा निजपदारविन्दद्वये रतिं दधद अचञ्चलां सुखयताद विशाखासखः

To anyone who nicely recites these eight prayers, that are a festival of bliss for all the cowherd girls, the friend of Visakha, Sri Krsna, will give firmly fixed attraction to His lotus feet. Such a pure minded soul will attain all happiness.