Prapadya Vrndavana Madhyam lyrics

prapadya vṛndāvana-madhyam ekaḥ krośann asāv utkalikākulātmā udghāṭayāmi jvalataḥ kaṭhorāṁ bāṣpasya mudrāṁ hṛdi mudritasya

prapadya vrndavana-madhyam ekah krosann asav utkalikakulatma udghatayami jvalatah kathoram baspasya mudram hrdi mudritasya

प्रपद्य वृन्दावनमध्यम एकः क्रोशन्न असाव उत्कलिकाकुलात्मा उद्घाटयामि ज्वलतः कठोरां बाष्पस्य मुद्रां हृदि मुद्रितस्य

Overcome with yearnings, and crying in the middle of Vrndavana forest, I shall now reveal the deep mark burning tears have made in my heart.

aye vṛndāraṇya tvaritam iha te sevana-parāḥ parām āpuḥ ke vā na kila paramānanda-padavīm ato nīcair yāce svayam adhipayor īkṣaṇa-vidher vareṇyāṁ me cetasy upadiśa diśaṁ hā kuru kṛpām

aye vrndaranya tvaritam iha te sevana-parah param apuh ke va na kila paramananda-padavim ato nicair yace svayam adhipayor iksana-vidher varenyam me cetasy upadisa disam ha kuru krpam

अये वृन्दारण्य त्वरितम इह ते सेवनपराः पराम आपुः के वा न किल परमानन्दपदवीम अतो नीचैर याचे स्वयम अधिपयोर ईक्षणविधेर वरेण्यां मे चेतस्य उपदिश दिशं हा कुरु कृपाम

O Vrndavana forest, who among your devoted servants has not already attained the path of supreme transcendental bliss? I humbly beg you: please reveal in my heart the best way to attain my king and queen. Please be kind to me.

tavāraṇye devi dhruvam iha murāripor viharate sadā preyasyeti śrutir api virauti smṛtir api iti jñātvā vṛnde caraṇam abhivande tava kṛpāṁ kuruṣva kṣipraṁ me phalatu nitarāṁ tarṣa-viṭapī

tavaranye devi dhruvam iha muraripor viharate sada preyasyeti srutir api virauti smrtir api iti jnatva vrnde caranam abhivande tava krpam kurusva ksipram me phalatu nitaram tarsa-vitapi

तवारण्ये देवि ध्रुवम इह मुरारिपोर विहरते सदा प्रेयस्येति श्रुतिर अपि विरौति स्मृतिर अपि इति ज्ञात्वा वृन्दे चरणम अभिवन्दे तव कृपां कुरुष्व क्षिप्रं मे फलतु नितरां तर्षविटपी

O Queen Vrnda, both sruti and smrti proclaim that Lord Murari eternally enjoys pastimes with His beloved in Your forest. Knowing this, I bow down before your feet. Please be merciful to me. Please make the tree of my desires bear fruit.

hṛdi cira-vasad-āśā-maṇḍalālamba-pādau guṇavati tava nāthau nāthituṁ jantur eṣaḥ sapadi bhavad-anujñāṁ yācate devi vṛnde mayi kira karuṇārdrāṁ dṛṣṭim atra prasīda

hrdi cira-vasad-asa-mandalalamba-padau gunavati tava nathau nathitum jantur esah sapadi bhavad-anujnam yacate devi vrnde mayi kira karunardram drstim atra prasida

हृदि चिरवसदाशामण्डलालम्बपादौ गुणवति तव नाथौ नाथितुं जन्तुर एषः सपदि भवदनुज्ञां याचते देवि वृन्दे मयि किर करुणार्द्रां दृष्टिम अत्र प्रसीद

O virtuous Queen Vrnda, this person begs your permission to present his appeal before your king and queen, whose feet he has long yearned in his heart to attain. Please cast your merciful glance on me. Please be kind.

dadhataṁ vapur aṁśu-kandalīṁ dalad-indīvara-vṛnda-bandhurām kṛta-kāñcana-kānti-vañcanaiḥ sphuritāṁ cāru-marīci-sañcayaiḥ

dadhatam vapur amsu-kandalim dalad-indivara-vrnda-bandhuram krta-kancana-kanti-vancanaih sphuritam caru-marici-sancayaih

दधतं वपुर अंशुकन्दलीं दलदिन्दीवरवृन्दबन्धुराम कृतकाञ्चनकान्तिवञ्चनैः स्फुरितां चारुमरीचिसञ्चयैः

O king whose transcendental form is more splendid than the blossoming blue lotus flower, O queen whose splendid beauty has stolen the glory of gold ....

nicitaṁ ghana-cañcalā-tater anukūlena dukūla-rociṣā mṛga-nābhi-rucaḥ sa-nābhinā mahitāṁ mohana-paṭṭa-vāsasā

nicitam ghana-cancala-tater anukulena dukula-rocisa mrga-nabhi-rucah sa-nabhina mahitam mohana-patta-vasasa

निचितं घनचञ्चलाततेर अनुकूलेन दुकूलरोचिषा मृगनाभिरुचः सनाभिना महितां मोहनपट्टवाससा

O king dressed in silk garments as splendid as lightning, O queen dressed in beautiful garments as splendid as musk ....

mādhurīṁ prakaṭayantam ujjvalāṁ śrīpater api variṣṭha-sauṣṭhavām indirā-madhura-goṣṭha-sundarī- vṛnda-vismaya-kara-prabhonnatām

madhurim prakatayantam ujjvalam sripater api varistha-sausthavam indira-madhura-gostha-sundari- vrnda-vismaya-kara-prabhonnatam

माधुरीं प्रकटयन्तम उज्ज्वलां श्रीपतेर अपि वरिष्ठसौष्ठवाम इन्दिरामधुरगोष्ठसुन्दरी वृन्दविस्मयकरप्रभोन्नताम

O king whose splendid sweetness surpasses Lord Narayana, O queen who fills both the goddess of fortune and the sweet, beautiful girls of Vraja with wonder ....

itara-jana-durghaṭodayasya sthira-guṇa-ratna-cayasya rohaṇādrim akhila-guṇavatī-kadamba-cetaḥ pracura-camatkṛti-kāri-sad-guṇāḍhyam

itara-jana-durghatodayasya sthira-guna-ratna-cayasya rohanadrim akhila-gunavati-kadamba-cetah pracura-camatkrti-kari-sad-gunadhyam

इतरजनदुर्घटोदयस्य स्थिरगुणरत्नचयस्य रोहणाद्रिम अखिलगुणवतीकदम्बचेतः प्रचुरचमत्कृतिकारिसद्गुणाढ्यम

O king who is an expanding mountain of the jewels of eternal virtues unattainable by outsiders, O queen who possesses a treasure of transcendental virtues that stun with wonder the hearts of all virtuous girls ....

nistula-vraja-kiśora-maṇḍalī- mauli-maṇḍana-harinmaṇīśvaram viśva-visphūrita-gokulollasan- navya-yauvata-vataṁsa-mālikām

nistula-vraja-kisora-mandali- mauli-mandana-harinmanisvaram visva-visphurita-gokulollasan- navya-yauvata-vatamsa-malikam

निस्तुलव्रजकिशोरमण्डली मौलिमण्डनहरिन्मणीश्वरम विश्वविस्फूरितगोकुलोल्लसन नव्ययौवतवतंसमालिकाम

O king who is the regal sapphire crown of the peerless youths of Vraja, O queen who is the jasmine crown of the splendid girls of Gokula in this world ....

svānta-sindhu-makarīkṛta-rādhaṁ hṛn-niśākara-kuraṅgita-kṛṣṇām preyasī-parimalonmada-cittaṁ preṣṭha-saurabha-hṛtendriya-vargām

svanta-sindhu-makarikrta-radham hrn-nisakara-kurangita-krsnam preyasi-parimalonmada-cittam prestha-saurabha-hrtendriya-vargam

स्वान्तसिन्धुमकरीकृतराधं हृन्निशाकरकुरङ्गितकृष्णाम प्रेयसीपरिमलोन्मदचित्तं प्रेष्ठसौरभहृतेन्द्रियवर्गाम

O king whose heart is an ocean where the makara fish of Sri Radha swims, O queen whose heart is a moon that contains the deer of Lord Krsna, O king whose mind is maddened by the fragrance of Your beloved, O queen whose senses are captured by the fragrance of your beloved ....

prema-mūrti-vara-kārttika-devī kīrti-gāna-mukharī-kṛta-vaṁśam viśva-nandana-mukunda-samajñā- vṛnda-kīrtana-rasajña-rasajñām

prema-murti-vara-karttika-devi kirti-gana-mukhari-krta-vamsam visva-nandana-mukunda-samajna- vrnda-kirtana-rasajna-rasajnam

प्रेममूर्तिवरकार्त्तिकदेवी कीर्तिगानमुखरीकृतवंशम विश्वनन्दनमुकुन्दसमज्ञा वृन्दकीर्तनरसज्ञरसज्ञाम

O king whose flute is very eager to sing the glories of Sri Radha, the deity of pure love, O queen whose tongue tastes the sweetness of chanting the glories of Lord Mukunda, the joy of the world ....

nayana-kamala-mādhurī-niruddha- vraja-nava-yauvata-mauli-hṛn-marālam vrajapati-suta-citta-mīna-rāja- grahaṇa-paṭiṣṭha-vilocanānta-jālām

nayana-kamala-madhuri-niruddha- vraja-nava-yauvata-mauli-hrn-maralam vrajapati-suta-citta-mina-raja- grahana-patistha-vilocananta-jalam

नयनकमलमाधुरीनिरुद्ध व्रजनवयौवतमौलिहृन्मरालम व्रजपतिसुतचित्तमीनराज ग्रहणपटिष्ठविलोचनान्तजालाम

O king the sweetness of whose lotus eyes traps the swan of the heart of She who is the crown of Vraja’s girls, O queen the net of whose sidelong glance expertly catches the regal fish of the prince of Vraja’s heart ....

gopendra-mitra-tanayā-dhruva-dhairya-sindhu- pāna-kriyā-kalasa-sambhava-veṇu-nādam vidyā-mahiṣṭha-mahatī-mahanīya-gāna- saṁmohitākhila-vimohana-hṛt-kuraṅgām

gopendra-mitra-tanaya-dhruva-dhairya-sindhu- pana-kriya-kalasa-sambhava-venu-nadam vidya-mahistha-mahati-mahaniya-gana- sammohitakhila-vimohana-hrt-kurangam

गोपेन्द्रमित्रतनयाध्रुवधैर्यसिन्धु पानक्रियाकलससम्भववेणुनादम विद्यामहिष्ठमहतीमहनीयगान संमोहिताखिलविमोहनहृत्कुरङ्गाम

O king whose flute music is a cup for drinking the ocean of the eternal patience of the daughter of the gopa king’s friend, O queen whose very graceful songs enchant the deer of the heart of He who enchants the entire world ....

kvāpy ānusaṅgikatayodita-rādhikākhyā- vismāritākhila-vilāsa-kalā-kalāpam kṛṣṇeti-varṇa-yugala-śravaṇānubandha- prādurbhavaj-jaḍima-ḍambara-saṁvitāṅgīm

kvapy anusangikatayodita-radhikakhya- vismaritakhila-vilasa-kala-kalapam krsneti-varna-yugala-sravananubandha- pradurbhavaj-jadima-dambara-samvitangim

क्वाप्य आनुसङ्गिकतयोदितराधिकाख्या विस्मारिताखिलविलासकलाकलापम कृष्णेतिवर्णयुगलश्रवणानुबन्ध प्रादुर्भवज्जडिमडम्बरसंविताङ्गीम

O king who, when You hear the name “Radhika,” forgets all playful arts, O queen who, when You hear the two syllables “Krsna” becomes stunned and motionless ....

tvāṁ ca vallava-purandarātmaja tvāṁ ca gokula-vareṇya-nandini eṣa mūrdhni racitāñjalir nayan bhikṣate kim api durbhago janaḥ

tvam ca vallava-purandaratmaja tvam ca gokula-varenya-nandini esa murdhni racitanjalir nayan bhiksate kim api durbhago janah

त्वां च वल्लवपुरन्दरात्मज त्वां च गोकुलवरेण्यनन्दिनि एष मूर्ध्नि रचिताञ्जलिर नयन भिक्षते किम अपि दुर्भगो जनः

O son of the king of the gopas, O daughter of the best man in Gokula, bowing down and placing folded hands above his head, this unfortunate person begs You for a certain gift.

hanta sāndra-karuṇā-sudhā-jharī- pūrṇa-mānasa-hradau prasīdatam durjane'tra diśataṁ rate nija- prekṣaṇa-pratibhuvaś chaṭām api

hanta sandra-karuna-sudha-jhari- purna-manasa-hradau prasidatam durjane'tra disatam rate nija- preksana-pratibhuvas chatam api

हन्त सान्द्रकरुणासुधाझरी पूर्णमानसह्रदौ प्रसीदतम दुर्जनेऽत्र दिशतं रते निज प्रेक्षणप्रतिभुवश छटाम अपि

O king and queen, the lakes of whose hearts are filled by the swiftly flowing nectar mountain streams of Your great mercy, please be kind to this wicked person. Please show him the lustre of the transcendental happiness that is the guarantee of being able to see You in the future.

śyāmayor nava-vayaḥ-suṣamābhyāṁ gaurayor amala-kānti-yaśobhyām kvāpi vām akhila-valgu-vataṁsau mādhurī hṛdi sadā sphuratān me

syamayor nava-vayah-susamabhyam gaurayor amala-kanti-yasobhyam kvapi vam akhila-valgu-vatamsau madhuri hrdi sada sphuratan me

श्यामयोर नववयःसुषमाभ्यां गौरयोर अमलकान्तियशोभ्याम क्वापि वाम अखिलवल्गुवतंसौ माधुरी हृदि सदा स्फुरतान मे

O king dark with a splendid complexion, O queen dark with youthful beauty, O king golden with transcendental fame, O queen golden with a splendidly beautiful complexion, O king and queen who are the handsome crowns of everyone, please eternally display Your sweetness in my heart.

sarva-vallava-vareṇya-kumārau prārthaye bata yuvāṁ praṇipatya līlayā vitarataṁ nija-dāsyaṁ līlayā vitarataṁ nija-dāsyam

sarva-vallava-varenya-kumarau prarthaye bata yuvam pranipatya lilaya vitaratam nija-dasyam lilaya vitaratam nija-dasyam

सर्ववल्लववरेण्यकुमारौ प्रार्थये बत युवां प्रणिपत्य लीलया वितरतं निजदास्यं लीलया वितरतं निजदास्यम

O son and daughter of the best of the gopas, I bow down before You and beg: Please give me service to You! Please give me service to You!

praṇipatya bhavantam arthaye paśupālendra-kumāra kākubhiḥ vraja-yauvata-mauli-mālikā- karuṇā-pātram imaṁ janaṁ kuru

pranipatya bhavantam arthaye pasupalendra-kumara kakubhih vraja-yauvata-mauli-malika- karuna-patram imam janam kuru

प्रणिपत्य भवन्तम अर्थये पशुपालेन्द्रकुमार काकुभिः व्रजयौवतमौलिमालिका करुणापात्रम इमं जनं कुरु

O prince of the gopas, I fall down before You and beg in a choked voice: Please make me an object of mercy for She who is the jasmine crown of the girls of Vraja!

bhavatīm abhivādya cāṭubhir varam ūrjeśvari varyam arthaye bhavadīyatayā kṛpāṁ yathā mayi kuryād adhikāṁ bakāntakaḥ

bhavatim abhivadya catubhir varam urjesvari varyam arthaye bhavadiyataya krpam yatha mayi kuryad adhikam bakantakah

भवतीम अभिवाद्य चाटुभिर वरम ऊर्जेश्वरि वर्यम अर्थये भवदीयतया कृपां यथा मयि कुर्याद अधिकां बकान्तकः

O Queen of Kartikka, I fall down before You and beg with sweet words: May Lord Krsna, the killer of Baka, be as merciful to me as You.

diśi vidiśi vihāram ācarantaḥ saha paśupāla-vareṇya-nandanābhyām praṇayi-jana-gaṇās tayoḥ kurudhvaṁ mayi karuṇāṁ bata kākum ākalayya

disi vidisi viharam acarantah saha pasupala-varenya-nandanabhyam pranayi-jana-ganas tayoh kurudhvam mayi karunam bata kakum akalayya

दिशि विदिशि विहारम आचरन्तः सह पशुपालवरेण्यनन्दनाभ्याम प्रणयिजनगणास तयोः कुरुध्वं मयि करुणां बत काकुम आकलय्य

O affectionate people who enjoy transcendental pastimes in this place and that with the son and daughter of the best of the gopas, please hear my choked words and be merciful to me.

giri-kuñja-kuṭīra-nāgarau lalite devi sadā tavāśravau iti te kila nāsti duṣkaraṁ kṛpayāṅgīkuru mām ataḥ svayam

giri-kunja-kutira-nagarau lalite devi sada tavasravau iti te kila nasti duskaram krpayangikuru mam atah svayam

गिरिकुञ्जकुटीरनागरौ ललिते देवि सदा तवाश्रवौ इति ते किल नास्ति दुष्करं कृपयाङ्गीकुरु माम अतः स्वयम

O queen Lalita, the hero and heroine who enjoy transcendental pastimes in the cottage, forest and hill, are always obedient to you. Therefore nothing is difficult for you. Therefore please be kind and accept me.

bhājanaṁ varam ihāsi viśākhe gaura-nīla-vapuṣoḥ praṇayānām tvaṁ nija-praṇayinor mayi tena prāpayasva karuṇārdra-kaṭākṣam

bhajanam varam ihasi visakhe gaura-nila-vapusoh pranayanam tvam nija-pranayinor mayi tena prapayasva karunardra-kataksam

भाजनं वरम इहासि विशाखे गौरनीलवपुषोः प्रणयानाम त्वं निजप्रणयिनोर मयि तेन प्रापयस्व करुणार्द्रकटाक्षम

O Visakha, you are the best of the lovers of the fair and dark Divine Couple. Please enable me to attain the merciful sidelong glance of your two dear friends.

subala vallava-varya-kumārayor dayita-sakhas tvam asi vraje iti tayoḥ purato vidhuraṁ janaṁ kṣaṇam amuṁ kṛpayādya nivedaya

subala vallava-varya-kumarayor dayita-sakhas tvam asi vraje iti tayoh purato vidhuram janam ksanam amum krpayadya nivedaya

सुबल वल्लववर्यकुमारयोर दयितसखस त्वम असि व्रजे इति तयोः पुरतो विधुरं जनं क्षणम अमुं कृपयाद्य निवेदय

O Subala, you are the intimate friend of the son and daughter of the best of the gopas of Vrndavana. Please be merciful and introduce this unhappy person to your two friends.

śṛṇuta kṛpayā hanta prāṇeśayoḥ praṇayoddhurāḥ kim api yad ayaṁ dīnaḥ prāṇī nivedayati kṣaṇam pravaṇita-manāḥ kiṁ yuṣmābhiḥ samaṁ tilam apy asau yugapad anayoḥ sevāṁ premṇā kadāpi vidhāsyati

srnuta krpaya hanta pranesayoh pranayoddhurah kim api yad ayam dinah prani nivedayati ksanam pravanita-manah kim yusmabhih samam tilam apy asau yugapad anayoh sevam premna kadapi vidhasyati

शृणुत कृपया हन्त प्राणेशयोः प्रणयोद्धुराः किम अपि यद अयं दीनः प्राणी निवेदयति क्षणम प्रवणितमनाः किं युष्माभिः समं तिलम अप्य असौ युगपद अनयोः सेवां प्रेम्णा कदापि विधास्यति

Please listen with compassion. O great lovers of the Lords of Life. A poor living entity appeals to you. How can this lowly-hearted person become even a sesame seed in comparison to you? This person asks: will he be able to attain the loving service of the Divine Couple?

kva jano'yam atīva pāmaraḥ kva durāpaṁ ratibhāgbhir apy adaḥ iyam ullayaty ajarjarā gurur uttarṣa-dhurā tathāpi mām

kva jano'yam ativa pamarah kva durapam ratibhagbhir apy adah iyam ullayaty ajarjara gurur uttarsa-dhura tathapi mam

क्व जनोऽयम अतीव पामरः क्व दुरापं रतिभाग्भिर अप्य अदः इयम उल्लयत्य अजर्जरा गुरुर उत्तर्षधुरा तथापि माम

Where is this fool? Where is that state even the great devotees cannot attain? Still, a new and intense thirst for it now makes me tremble.

dhvanta-brahma-marāla-kūjita-bharair ūrjeśvarī-nūpura- kvānair ūrjita-vaibhavas tava vibho vaṁśī-prasūtaḥ kalaḥ labdhaḥ śasta-samasta-nāda-nagarī-sāmrājya-lakṣmīṁ parām ārādhyaḥ praṇayāt kadā śravaṇayor dvandvena mandena me

dhvanta-brahma-marala-kujita-bharair urjesvari-nupura- kvanair urjita-vaibhavas tava vibho vamsi-prasutah kalah labdhah sasta-samasta-nada-nagari-samrajya-laksmim param aradhyah pranayat kada sravanayor dvandvena mandena me

ध्वन्तब्रह्ममरालकूजितभरैर ऊर्जेश्वरीनूपुर क्वानैर ऊर्जितवैभवस तव विभो वंशीप्रसूतः कलः लब्धः शस्तसमस्तनादनगरीसाम्राज्यलक्ष्मीं पराम आराध्यः प्रणयात कदा श्रवणयोर द्वन्द्वेन मन्देन मे

O all-powerful Lord, when will Your sweet and glorious flute music, which possesses the greatest opulence of the kingdom of all beautiful sounds, and which is accompanied by Srimati Radharani’s anklet tinkling, which eclipses the warbling of Brahma’s swan, be joyfully worshipped by my two slow ears?

stambhaṁ prapañcayati yaḥ śikhi-piñcha-mauli- veṇor api pravalayan svara-bhaṅgam uccaiḥ nādaḥ kadā kṣaṇam avāpsyati te mahatyā vṛndāvaneśvari sa me śravaṇātithitvam

stambham prapancayati yah sikhi-pincha-mauli- venor api pravalayan svara-bhangam uccaih nadah kada ksanam avapsyati te mahatya vrndavanesvari sa me sravanatithitvam

स्तम्भं प्रपञ्चयति यः शिखिपिञ्छमौलि वेणोर अपि प्रवलयन स्वरभङ्गम उच्चैः नादः कदा क्षणम अवाप्स्यति ते महत्या वृन्दावनेश्वरि स मे श्रवणातिथित्वम

O queen of Vrndavana, when will the sound of Your lute, which silences the flute of the peacock-feather crowned Lord, become the guest of my ears?

kasya sambhavati hā tad ahar vā yatra vāṁ prabhu-varau kala-gītiḥ unnaman madhurimormi-samṛddhā duṣkṛtaṁ śravaṇayor vidhunoti

kasya sambhavati ha tad ahar va yatra vam prabhu-varau kala-gitih unnaman madhurimormi-samrddha duskrtam sravanayor vidhunoti

कस्य सम्भवति हा तद अहर वा यत्र वां प्रभुवरौ कलगीतिः उन्नमन मधुरिमोर्मिसमृद्धा दुष्कृतं श्रवणयोर विधुनोति

O great king and queen, when will Your graceful music, flooded with waves of sweetness, purify my ears. When will that day come?

parimala-saraṇir vāṁ gaura-nīlāṅga-rājan- mṛgamada-ghusṛṇānugrāhiṇī nāgareśau sva-mahima-paramāṇu-prāvṛtāśeṣa-gandhā kim iha mama bhavitrī ghrāṇa-bhṛṅgotsavāya

parimala-saranir vam gaura-nilanga-rajan- mrgamada-ghusrnanugrahini nagaresau sva-mahima-paramanu-pravrtasesa-gandha kim iha mama bhavitri ghrana-bhrngotsavaya

परिमलसरणिर वां गौरनीलाङ्गराजन मृगमदघुसृणानुग्राहिणी नागरेशौ स्वमहिमपरमाणुप्रावृताशेषगन्धा किम इह मम भवित्री घ्राणभृङ्गोत्सवाय

O charming king and queen whose fair and dark forms are splendidly decorated with musk and kunkuma, when will Your sweet fragrance, bearing only a fraction of Your transcendental glories, bring a festival of happiness to the black bee of my nose?

pradeśinīṁ mukha-kuhare vinikṣipan jano muhur vana-bhuvi phutkaroty asau prasīdataṁ kṣaṇam adhipau prasīdataṁ dṛśoḥ puraḥ sphuratu taḍid-ghana-cchaviḥ

pradesinim mukha-kuhare viniksipan jano muhur vana-bhuvi phutkaroty asau prasidatam ksanam adhipau prasidatam drsoh purah sphuratu tadid-ghana-cchavih

प्रदेशिनीं मुखकुहरे विनिक्षिपन जनो मुहुर वनभुवि फुत्करोत्य असौ प्रसीदतं क्षणम अधिपौ प्रसीदतं दृशोः पुरः स्फुरतु तडिद्घनच्छविः

Placing his forefinger to his mouth, this person repeatedly cries out in the forest: “O king and queen, please be merciful for a moment! Please be merciful! May Your forms, as splendid as a monsoon cloud and lightning, appear before my eyes.”

vraja-madhura-jana-vrajāvataṁsau kim api yuvām abhiyācate jano'yam mama nayana-camatkṛtiṁ karotu kṣaṇam api pāda-nakhendu-kaumudī vām

vraja-madhura-jana-vrajavatamsau kim api yuvam abhiyacate jano'yam mama nayana-camatkrtim karotu ksanam api pada-nakhendu-kaumudi vam

व्रजमधुरजनव्रजावतंसौ किम अपि युवाम अभियाचते जनोऽयम मम नयनचमत्कृतिं करोतु क्षणम अपि पादनखेन्दुकौमुदी वाम

O crowning garlands of the charming people of Vraja, this person begs something of You: may the moonlight of Your toenails, even for only a moment, fill my eyes with wonder.

atarkita-samīkṣaṇollasitayā mudā śliṣyator nikuñja-bhavanāṅgane sphurita-gaura-nīlāṅgayoḥ rucaḥ pracurayantu vāṁ puraṭa-yūthikā-mañjarī- virājad-ali-ramyayor mama camatkṛtiṁ cakṣuṣoḥ

atarkita-samiksanollasitaya muda slisyator nikunja-bhavanangane sphurita-gaura-nilangayoh rucah pracurayantu vam purata-yuthika-manjari- virajad-ali-ramyayor mama camatkrtim caksusoh

अतर्कितसमीक्षणोल्लसितया मुदा श्लिष्यतोर निकुञ्जभवनाङ्गने स्फुरितगौरनीलाङ्गयोः रुचः प्रचुरयन्तु वां पुरटयूथिकामञ्जरी विराजदलिरम्ययोर मम चमत्कृतिं चक्षुषोः

May the splendour of You both, whose fair and golden forms, charmingly decorated with golden jasmine petals, joyfully embrace in the courtyard of the forest cottage, suddenly fill my eyes with wonder.

sākṣātkṛtiṁ bata yayor na mahattamo'pi kartuṁ manasy api manāk prabhutām upaiti icchann ayaṁ nayanayoḥ pathi tau bhavantau jantur vijitya nijagāra bhiyaṁ hriyaṁ ca

saksatkrtim bata yayor na mahattamo'pi kartum manasy api manak prabhutam upaiti icchann ayam nayanayoh pathi tau bhavantau jantur vijitya nijagara bhiyam hriyam ca

साक्षात्कृतिं बत ययोर न महत्तमोऽपि कर्तुं मनस्य अपि मनाक प्रभुताम उपैति इच्छन्न अयं नयनयोः पथि तौ भवन्तौ जन्तुर विजित्य निजगार भियं ह्रियं च

The most exalted devotee cannot attain in his heart even a small portion of Your glory. Yearning that You appear on the pathway of his eyes, this person has now swallowed his fear and shame.

athavā mama kiṁ nu dūṣaṇaṁ bata vṛndāvana-cakravartinau yuvayor guṇa-mādhurī navā janam unmādayatīva kaṁ na vā

athava mama kim nu dusanam bata vrndavana-cakravartinau yuvayor guna-madhuri nava janam unmadayativa kam na va

अथवा मम किं नु दूषणं बत वृन्दावनचक्रवर्तिनौ युवयोर गुणमाधुरी नवा जनम उन्मादयतीव कं न वा

O king and queen of Vrndavana, how sinful I am! Still, who will not become maddened by the sweetness of Your transcendental qualities? 36-37) O king and queen, when will Your playful and crooked lovers’ quarrels, when Your friends plaintively grasp Your heels, fill my ears with wonder?

ahaha samayaḥ so'pi kṣemo ghaṭeta narasya kiṁ vraja-naṭa-varau yatroddīptā kṛpā-sudhayojjvalā kṛta-parijana-śreṇi-cetaś-cakora-camatkṛtir vrajati yuvayoḥ sā vaktrendu-dvayī nayanādhvani

ahaha samayah so'pi ksemo ghateta narasya kim vraja-nata-varau yatroddipta krpa-sudhayojjvala krta-parijana-sreni-cetas-cakora-camatkrtir vrajati yuvayoh sa vaktrendu-dvayi nayanadhvani

अहह समयः सोऽपि क्षेमो घटेत नरस्य किं व्रजनटवरौ यत्रोद्दीप्ता कृपासुधयोज्ज्वला कृतपरिजनश्रेणिचेतश्चकोरचमत्कृतिर व्रजति युवयोः सा वक्त्रेन्दुद्वयी नयनाध्वनि

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priya-jana-kṛta-pārṣṇi-grāha-caryonnatābhiḥ sugahana-ghaṭanābhir vakrimāḍambareṇa praṇaya-kalaha-keli-kṣvelibhir vām adhīśau kim iha racayitavyaḥ karṇayor vismayo me

priya-jana-krta-parsni-graha-caryonnatabhih sugahana-ghatanabhir vakrimadambarena pranaya-kalaha-keli-ksvelibhir vam adhisau kim iha racayitavyah karnayor vismayo me

प्रियजनकृतपार्ष्णिग्राहचर्योन्नताभिः सुगहनघटनाभिर वक्रिमाडम्बरेण प्रणयकलहकेलिक्ष्वेलिभिर वाम अधीशौ किम इह रचयितव्यः कर्णयोर विस्मयो मे

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nibhṛtam apahṛtāyām etayā vaṁśikāyāṁ diśi diśi dṛśam utkāṁ prerya sampṛcchamānaḥ smita-śavala-mukhībhir vipralabdhaḥ sakhībhis tvam aghahara kadā me tuṣṭim akṣṇor vidhatse

nibhrtam apahrtayam etaya vamsikayam disi disi drsam utkam prerya samprcchamanah smita-savala-mukhibhir vipralabdhah sakhibhis tvam aghahara kada me tustim aksnor vidhatse

निभृतम अपहृतायाम एतया वंशिकायां दिशि दिशि दृशम उत्कां प्रेर्य सम्पृच्छमानः स्मितशवलमुखीभिर विप्रलब्धः सखीभिस त्वम अघहर कदा मे तुष्टिम अक्ष्णोर विधत्से

When, O killer of Agha, Your flute stolen by Her, and Yourself, as You eagerly search and ask everywhere for it, cheated by the smiling gopis, will You delight my eyes?

kṣatam adhara-dalasya svasya kṛtvā tvad-ālī- kṛtam iti lalitayāṁ devi kṛṣṇe bruvāṇe smita-śavala-dṛg-antā kiñcid uttambhita-bhrūr mama mudam upadhāsyaty āsya-lakṣmīḥ kadā te

ksatam adhara-dalasya svasya krtva tvad-ali- krtam iti lalitayam devi krsne bruvane smita-savala-drg-anta kincid uttambhita-bhrur mama mudam upadhasyaty asya-laksmih kada te

क्षतम अधरदलस्य स्वस्य कृत्वा त्वदाली कृतम इति ललितयां देवि कृष्णे ब्रुवाणे स्मितशवलदृगन्ता किञ्चिद उत्तम्भितभ्रूर मम मुदम उपधास्यत्य आस्यलक्ष्मीः कदा ते

When, O queen, as You bite Your flower petal lips, raise Your eyebrows, and crookedly smile from the corner of Your eyes while Krsna chats with Your friend Lalita, will the beauty of Your face delight me?

katham idam api vāñchituṁ nikṛṣṭaḥ sphuṭam ayam arhati jantur uttamārham guru-laghu-gaṇanojjhitārta-nāthau jayatitarām athavā kṛpā-dyutir vām

katham idam api vanchitum nikrstah sphutam ayam arhati jantur uttamarham guru-laghu-gananojjhitarta-nathau jayatitaram athava krpa-dyutir vam

कथम इदम अपि वाञ्छितुं निकृष्टः स्फुटम अयम अर्हति जन्तुर उत्तमार्हम गुरुलघुगणनोज्झितार्तनाथौ जयतितराम अथवा कृपाद्युतिर वाम

Will this lowly person ever be able to desire the treasure desired by great souls? O king and queen who remove all sufferings, great and small, all glories to the splendor of Your kindness!

vṛtte daivād vraja-pati-suhṛn-nandinī-vipralambhe saṁrambheṇollalita lalitā-śaṅkayodbhrānta-netraḥ tvaṁ śārībhiḥ samaya-paṭubhir drāg upālabhyamānaḥ kāmaṁ dāmodara mama kadā modam akṣṇor vidhātā

vrtte daivad vraja-pati-suhrn-nandini-vipralambhe samrambhenollalita lalita-sankayodbhranta-netrah tvam saribhih samaya-patubhir drag upalabhyamanah kamam damodara mama kada modam aksnor vidhata

वृत्ते दैवाद व्रजपतिसुहृन्नन्दिनीविप्रलम्भे संरम्भेणोल्ललित ललिताशङ्कयोद्भ्रान्तनेत्रः त्वं शारीभिः समयपटुभिर द्राग उपालभ्यमानः कामं दामोदर मम कदा मोदम अक्ष्णोर विधाता

O Lord Damodara, when, Your glittering, love-filled eyes restless with apprehension in the destined separation from the daughter of the gopa king’s friend, and Yourself seen by the sari birds expert at understanding hints, will You delight my eyes?

rāsārambhe vilasati parityajya goṣṭhāmbujākṣī- vṛndaṁ vṛndāvana-bhuvi rahaḥ keśavenopanīya tvāṁ svādhīna-priyatama-pada-prāpaṇenārcitāṅgīṁ dūre dṛṣṭvā hṛdi kim acirād arpayiṣyāmi darpam

rasarambhe vilasati parityajya gosthambujaksi- vrndam vrndavana-bhuvi rahah kesavenopaniya tvam svadhina-priyatama-pada-prapanenarcitangim dure drstva hrdi kim acirad arpayisyami darpam

रासारम्भे विलसति परित्यज्य गोष्ठाम्बुजाक्षी वृन्दं वृन्दावनभुवि रहः केशवेनोपनीय त्वां स्वाधीनप्रियतमपदप्रापणेनार्चिताङ्गीं दूरे दृष्ट्वा हृदि किम अचिराद अर्पयिष्यामि दर्पम

When, in the beginning of the rasa dance seeing You leave the lotus-eyed girls of Vraja, be led by Your independent lover Kesava to a secluded place in Vrndavana forest, and be worshipped by Him, will I at once abandon all my pride?

ramyā śoṇa-dyutibhir alakair yāvakenorja-devyāḥ sadyas tandrī-mukula-dala-sa-klānta-netrā vrajeśa prātaś candrāvalī-parijanaiḥ sāci dṛṣṭā vivarṇair āsya-śrīs te praṇayati kadā saṁmadaṁ me mudaṁ ca

ramya sona-dyutibhir alakair yavakenorja-devyah sadyas tandri-mukula-dala-sa-klanta-netra vrajesa pratas candravali-parijanaih saci drsta vivarnair asya-sris te pranayati kada sammadam me mudam ca

रम्या शोणद्युतिभिर अलकैर यावकेनोर्जदेव्याः सद्यस तन्द्रीमुकुलदलसक्लान्तनेत्रा व्रजेश प्रातश चन्द्रावलीपरिजनैः साचि दृष्टा विवर्णैर आस्यश्रीस ते प्रणयति कदा संमदं मे मुदं च

When, handsome with curling locks of hair, its eyes closing with fatigue, decorated with the reddish colour of Queen Radha’s yavaka cosmetic, and stared at with crooked eyes by Candravali’s pale friends, will the splendour of Your face at dawn, O king of Vraja, make me happy and proud?

vyātyukṣī-rabhasotsave'dhara-sudhā-pāna-glahe prastute jitvā pātum athotsukena hariṇā kaṇṭhe dhṛtāyāḥ puraḥ īṣac-choṇima-mīlitākṣam anṛju-bhrū-valli-helonnataṁ prekṣiṣye tava sa-smitaṁ sa-ruditaṁ tad devi vaktraṁ kadā

vyatyuksi-rabhasotsave'dhara-sudha-pana-glahe prastute jitva patum athotsukena harina kanthe dhrtayah purah isac-chonima-militaksam anrju-bhru-valli-helonnatam preksisye tava sa-smitam sa-ruditam tad devi vaktram kada

व्यात्युक्षीरभसोत्सवेऽधरसुधापानग्लहे प्रस्तुते जित्वा पातुम अथोत्सुकेन हरिणा कण्ठे धृतायाः पुरः ईषच्छोणिममीलिताक्षम अनृजुभ्रूवल्लिहेलोन्नतं प्रेक्षिष्ये तव सस्मितं सरुदितं तद देवि वक्त्रं कदा

O queen, when will I see Your face at once crying and smiling, the vine of its eyebrows crookedly raised in scorn, and its eyes reddish, as Lord Hari, having won Your lips’ nectar in the water-splashing contest, grasps Your neck, eager to drink?

ālībhiḥ samam abhupetya śanakair gāndharvikāyāṁ mudā goṣṭhādhīśa-kumāra hanta kusuma-śreṇīṁ harantyāṁ tava prekṣiṣye purataḥ praviśya sahasā gūḍha-smitāsyaṁ balād ācchindānam ihottarīyam urasas tvāṁ bhānumatyāḥ kadā

alibhih samam abhupetya sanakair gandharvikayam muda gosthadhisa-kumara hanta kusuma-srenim harantyam tava preksisye puratah pravisya sahasa gudha-smitasyam balad acchindanam ihottariyam urasas tvam bhanumatyah kada

आलीभिः समम अभुपेत्य शनकैर गान्धर्विकायां मुदा गोष्ठाधीशकुमार हन्त कुसुमश्रेणीं हरन्त्यां तव प्रेक्षिष्ये पुरतः प्रविश्य सहसा गूढस्मितास्यं बलाद आच्छिन्दानम इहोत्तरीयम उरसस त्वां भानुमत्याः कदा

O prince of Vraja, when, Your flower garland stealthily stolen by Srimati Radharani, and the gopis, will I see You retaliate by coming before them, and with a secret smile, suddenly rip open the bodice covering the breasts of Bhanumati?

udañcati madhūtsave sahacarī-kulenākule kadā tvam avalokyase vraja-purandarasyātmaja smitojjvala-mad-īśvarī-cala-dṛg-añcala-preraṇān nilīna-guṇa-mañjarī-vadanam atra cumban mayā

udancati madhutsave sahacari-kulenakule kada tvam avalokyase vraja-purandarasyatmaja smitojjvala-mad-isvari-cala-drg-ancala-preranan nilina-guna-manjari-vadanam atra cumban maya

उदञ्चति मधूत्सवे सहचरीकुलेनाकुले कदा त्वम अवलोक्यसे व्रजपुरन्दरस्यात्मज स्मितोज्ज्वलमदीश्वरीचलदृगञ्चलप्रेरणान निलीनगुणमञ्जरीवदनम अत्र चुम्बन मया

O prince of Vraja, when, surrounded by Srimati Radharani’s friends in the spring festival, will I see You, on the signal of my queen’s smiling, glistening, and restless sidelong glance, suddenly kiss the mouth of Guna Manjari?

kalinda-tanayā-taṭi-vana-vihārataḥ śrāntayoḥ sphuran-madhura-mādhavī-sadana-sīmni viśrāmyatoḥ vimucya racayiṣyate sva-kaca-vṛndam atrāmunā janena yuvayoḥ kadā pada-saroja-san-mārjanam

kalinda-tanaya-tati-vana-viharatah srantayoh sphuran-madhura-madhavi-sadana-simni visramyatoh vimucya racayisyate sva-kaca-vrndam atramuna janena yuvayoh kada pada-saroja-san-marjanam

कलिन्दतनयातटिवनविहारतः श्रान्तयोः स्फुरन्मधुरमाधवीसदनसीम्नि विश्राम्यतोः विमुच्य रचयिष्यते स्वकचवृन्दम अत्रामुना जनेन युवयोः कदा पदसरोजसन्मार्जनम

When, the two of You fatigued by enjoying many pastimes in the forest by the Yamuna’s shore and now resting in the charming cottage of madhavi vines, will this person untie Your hair and massage Your lotus feet?

parimilad-upabarhaṁ pallava-śreṇibhir vāṁ madana-samara-caryā-bhāra-paryāptam atra mṛdubhir amala-puṣpaiḥ kalpayiṣyāmi talpaṁ bhramara-yuji nikuñje hā kadā kuñja-rājau

parimilad-upabarham pallava-srenibhir vam madana-samara-carya-bhara-paryaptam atra mrdubhir amala-puspaih kalpayisyami talpam bhramara-yuji nikunje ha kada kunja-rajau

परिमिलदुपबर्हं पल्लवश्रेणिभिर वां मदनसमरचर्याभारपर्याप्तम अत्र मृदुभिर अमलपुष्पैः कल्पयिष्यामि तल्पं भ्रमरयुजि निकुञ्जे हा कदा कुञ्जराजौ

O king and queen of the forest, when, Your amorous battle finished, will I make You a bed of soft and splendid flowers and a pillow of many flower buds in the forest filled with bees?

ali-dyutibhir āhṛtair mihira-nandinī-nirjharāt puraḥ puraṭa-jharjharī-paribhṛtaiḥ payobhir mayā nija-praṇayibhir janaiḥ saha vidhāsyate vāṁ kadā vilāsa-śayana-sthayor iha padāmbuja-kṣālana

ali-dyutibhir ahrtair mihira-nandini-nirjharat purah purata-jharjhari-paribhrtaih payobhir maya nija-pranayibhir janaih saha vidhasyate vam kada vilasa-sayana-sthayor iha padambuja-ksalana

अलिद्युतिभिर आहृतैर मिहिरनन्दिनीनिर्झरात पुरः पुरटझर्झरीपरिभृतैः पयोभिर मया निजप्रणयिभिर जनैः सह विधास्यते वां कदा विलासशयनस्थयोर इह पदाम्बुजक्षालन

When, in the company of Your dear friends, with the bee-black water of the Yamuna brought in a golden vessel, will I wash Your lotus feet as You rest on the pastime bed?

līlā-talpe kalita-vapuṣor vyāvahāsīm analpāṁ smitvā smitvā jaya-kalanayā kurvatoḥ kautukāya madhye kuñjaṁ kim iha yuvayoḥ kalpayiṣyāmy adhīśau sandhārambhe laghu laghu padāmbhoja-saṁvāhanāni

lila-talpe kalita-vapusor vyavahasim analpam smitva smitva jaya-kalanaya kurvatoh kautukaya madhye kunjam kim iha yuvayoh kalpayisyamy adhisau sandharambhe laghu laghu padambhoja-samvahanani

लीलातल्पे कलितवपुषोर व्यावहासीम अनल्पां स्मित्वा स्मित्वा जयकलनया कुर्वतोः कौतुकाय मध्ये कुञ्जं किम इह युवयोः कल्पयिष्याम्य अधीशौ सन्धारम्भे लघु लघु पदाम्भोजसंवाहनानि

When, the two of You repeatedly laughing and smiling as, eager for victory in the gambling match, You recline on the pastime bed in the forest, O king and queen, will I very gently massage Your lotus feet?

pramada-madana-yuddhārambha-sambhāvukābhyāṁ pramudita-hṛdayābhyāṁ hanta vṛndāvaneśau kim aham iha yuvābhyāṁ pāna-līlonmukhābhyāṁ caṣakam upahariṣye sādhu mādhvīka-pūrṇam

pramada-madana-yuddharambha-sambhavukabhyam pramudita-hrdayabhyam hanta vrndavanesau kim aham iha yuvabhyam pana-lilonmukhabhyam casakam upaharisye sadhu madhvika-purnam

प्रमदमदनयुद्धारम्भसम्भावुकाभ्यां प्रमुदितहृदयाभ्यां हन्त वृन्दावनेशौ किम अहम इह युवाभ्यां पानलीलोन्मुखाभ्यां चषकम उपहरिष्ये साधु माध्वीकपूर्णम

When, O king and queen of Vrndavana, the two of You with joyful hearts eager to begin the wild battle of amorous pastimes, and yearning to enjoy pastimes of drinking, will I bring You a goblet filled with sweet madhvika nectar?

kadāhaṁ seviṣye vratati-camarī-cāmara-marud- vinodena krīḍā-kusuma-śayane nyasta-vapuṣau daronmīlan-netrau śrama-jala-kaṇa-klidyad-alakau bruvāṇāv anyonyaṁ vraja-nava-yuvānāv iha yuvām

kadaham sevisye vratati-camari-camara-marud- vinodena krida-kusuma-sayane nyasta-vapusau daronmilan-netrau srama-jala-kana-klidyad-alakau bruvanav anyonyam vraja-nava-yuvanav iha yuvam

कदाहं सेविष्ये व्रततिचमरीचामरमरुद विनोदेन क्रीडाकुसुमशयने न्यस्तवपुषौ दरोन्मीलन्नेत्रौ श्रमजलकणक्लिद्यदलकौ ब्रुवाणाव अन्योन्यं व्रजनवयुवानाव इह युवाम

When, O youthful couple of Vraja, Your eyes slightly open, and Your flower-petal bodies sprinkled with perspiration as You recline, conversing, on the pastime bed of flowers, will I serve You, making a breeze with the fan of vines?

cyuta-śikhara-śikhaṇḍaṁ kiñcid-utsraṁsamānāṁ viluṭhad-amala-puṣpa-śreṇim unmucya cūḍām danuja-damana devyāḥ śikṣayā te kadāhaṁ kamala-kalita-koṭiṁ kalpayiṣyāmi veṇīm

cyuta-sikhara-sikhandam kincid-utsramsamanam viluthad-amala-puspa-srenim unmucya cudam danuja-damana devyah siksaya te kadaham kamala-kalita-kotim kalpayisyami venim

च्युतशिखरशिखण्डं किञ्चिदुत्स्रंसमानां विलुठदमलपुष्पश्रेणिम उन्मुच्य चूडाम दनुजदमन देव्याः शिक्षया ते कदाहं कमलकलितकोटिं कल्पयिष्यामि वेणीम

When, O crusher of demons, on the order of my queen will I undo Your hair, remove its falling peacock feather and flowers, and tie it again with a lotus?

kamala-mukhi vilāsair aṁsayoḥ sraṁsitānāṁ tulita-śikhi-kalāpaṁ kuntalānāṁ kalāpam tava kavaratayāvirbhāvya modāt kadāhaṁ vikaca-vicakilānāṁ mālayālaṅkariṣye

kamala-mukhi vilasair amsayoh sramsitanam tulita-sikhi-kalapam kuntalanam kalapam tava kavaratayavirbhavya modat kadaham vikaca-vicakilanam malayalankarisye

कमलमुखि विलासैर अंसयोः स्रंसितानां तुलितशिखिकलापं कुन्तलानां कलापम तव कवरतयाविर्भाव्य मोदात कदाहं विकचविचकिलानां मालयालङ्करिष्ये

When, O lotus faced girl, will I decorate Your hair, like a peacock’s tail fallen in Your pastimes to Your shoulders, with a garland of jasmine blossoms?

mithaḥ-spardhābaddhe balavati valaty akṣa-kalahe vrajeśa tvāṁ jitvā vraja-yuvati-dhammilla-maṇinā dṛgantena kṣiptāḥ paṇam iha kuraṅgaṁ tava kadā grahīṣyāmo baddhā kalayati vayaṁ tat-priya-gaṇe

mithah-spardhabaddhe balavati valaty aksa-kalahe vrajesa tvam jitva vraja-yuvati-dhammilla-manina drgantena ksiptah panam iha kurangam tava kada grahisyamo baddha kalayati vayam tat-priya-gane

मिथःस्पर्धाबद्धे बलवति वलत्य अक्षकलहे व्रजेश त्वां जित्वा व्रजयुवतिधम्मिल्लमणिना दृगन्तेन क्षिप्ताः पणम इह कुरङ्गं तव कदा ग्रहीष्यामो बद्धा कलयति वयं तत्प्रियगणे

O king of Vraja, when will I, sent by the sidelong glance of She who defeated You in the fiercely contested dice game and who is the jewel in the decorated, braided hair of the girls of Vraja, bind and take the deer wagered in the dice game, as your friends look helplessly on?

kiṁ bhaviṣyati śubhaḥ sa vāsaro yatra devi nayanāñcalena mām garvitaṁ vihasituṁ niyokṣyase dyūta-saṁsadi vijitya mādhavam

kim bhavisyati subhah sa vasaro yatra devi nayanancalena mam garvitam vihasitum niyoksyase dyuta-samsadi vijitya madhavam

किं भविष्यति शुभः स वासरो यत्र देवि नयनाञ्चलेन माम गर्वितं विहसितुं नियोक्ष्यसे द्यूतसंसदि विजित्य माधवम

Will the auspicious day arrive, when, O queen, with Your sidelong glance You will make me laugh at the proud Madhava defeated in the dice game?

kiṁ janasya bhavitāsya tad dinaṁ yatra nātha muhur enam ādṛtaḥ tvaṁ vrajeśvara-vayasya-nandinī- māna-bhaṅga-vidhim arthayiṣyase

kim janasya bhavitasya tad dinam yatra natha muhur enam adrtah tvam vrajesvara-vayasya-nandini- mana-bhanga-vidhim arthayisyase

किं जनस्य भवितास्य तद दिनं यत्र नाथ मुहुर एनम आदृतः त्वं व्रजेश्वरवयस्यनन्दिनी मानभङ्गविधिम अर्थयिष्यसे

O Lord, will the day come when, repeatedly worshipping me, You will beg from me a way to break the jealous anger of the daughter of the King of Vraja’s friend?

tvad-ādeśaṁ śārī-kathitam aham ākarṇya mudito vasāmi tvat-kuṇḍopari sakhi vilambas tava katham itīdaṁ śrīdāma-svasari mama sandeśa-kusumaṁ hareti tvaṁ dāmodara janam amuṁ notsyasi kadā

tvad-adesam sari-kathitam aham akarnya mudito vasami tvat-kundopari sakhi vilambas tava katham itidam sridama-svasari mama sandesa-kusumam hareti tvam damodara janam amum notsyasi kada

त्वदादेशं शारीकथितम अहम आकर्ण्य मुदितो वसामि त्वत्कुण्डोपरि सखि विलम्बस तव कथम इतीदं श्रीदामस्वसरि मम सन्देशकुसुमं हरेति त्वं दामोदर जनम अमुं नोत्स्यसि कदा

O Damodara, when will You order this person: “Carry to Sridama’s sister this flower letter, which says, ‘on Your order, as I heard it spoken by the sari bird, I am waiting here at Your pond. O friend, why are You late?’”

śaṭho'yaṁ nāvekṣya punar iha mayā māna-dhanayā viśantaṁ strī-veśaṁ subala-suhṛdaṁ vāraya girā idaṁ te sākūtaṁ vacanam avadhāryocchalita-dhīś chalāṭopair gopa-pravaram avarotsyāmi kim aham

satho'yam naveksya punar iha maya mana-dhanaya visantam stri-vesam subala-suhrdam varaya gira idam te sakutam vacanam avadharyocchalita-dhis chalatopair gopa-pravaram avarotsyami kim aham

शठोऽयं नावेक्ष्य पुनर इह मया मानधनया विशन्तं स्त्रीवेशं सुबलसुहृदं वारय गिरा इदं ते साकूतं वचनम अवधार्योच्छलितधीश छलाटोपैर गोपप्रवरम अवरोत्स्यामि किम अहम

“I have the wealth of My own good honour! I shall never see that rake again! Subala’s friend has come here disguised as a woman! Surround Him at once!” Hearing Your words, and in my heart understanding Your intentions, will we cleverly trap the best of the gopas?

aghahara balīvardaḥ preyān navas tava yo vraje vṛṣabha-vapuṣā daityenāsau balād abhiyujyate iti kila mṛṣā-gīrbhiś candrāvalī-nilaya-sthitaṁ vanabhuvi kadā neṣyāmi tvāṁ mukunda mad-īśvarīm

aghahara balivardah preyan navas tava yo vraje vrsabha-vapusa daityenasau balad abhiyujyate iti kila mrsa-girbhis candravali-nilaya-sthitam vanabhuvi kada nesyami tvam mukunda mad-isvarim

अघहर बलीवर्दः प्रेयान नवस तव यो व्रजे वृषभवपुषा दैत्येनासौ बलाद अभियुज्यते इति किल मृषागीर्भिश चन्द्रावलीनिलयस्थितं वनभुवि कदा नेष्यामि त्वां मुकुन्द मदीश्वरीम

“O killer of Aghasura, Your favourite young bull is now violently attacked by a demon in the form of a bull in Vraja!” O Mukunda, when, speaking this lie, will I lead You from Candravali’s place to My queen in the forest?

nigirati jagad uccaiḥ sūci-bhedye tamisre bhramara-ruci-nicolenāṅgam āvṛtya dīptam parihṛta-maṇi-kāñcī-nūpurāyāḥ kadāhaṁ tava navam abhisāṛaṁ kāṛayiṣyāmi devi

nigirati jagad uccaih suci-bhedye tamisre bhramara-ruci-nicolenangam avrtya diptam parihrta-mani-kanci-nupurayah kadaham tava navam abhisaram karayisyami devi

निगिरति जगद उच्चैः सूचिभेद्ये तमिस्रे भ्रमररुचिनिचोलेनाङ्गम आवृत्य दीप्तम परिहृतमणिकाञ्चीनूपुरायाः कदाहं तव नवम अभिसाऋअं काऋअयिष्यामि देवि

When, O queen, removing you jewel belts and anklets and covering You splendid transcendental body with a cloak the colour of a swarm of black bees, will I lead You to a new meeting with Krsna in the dense darkness now swallowing the world?

āsye devyāḥ katham api mudā nyastam āsyāt tvayeśa kṣiptaṁ parṇe praṇaya-janitād devi vāmyāt tvayāgre ākūtajñas tad atinibhṛtaṁ carvitaṁ kharvitāṅgas tāmbūlīyaṁ rasayati janaḥ phulla-romā kadāyam

asye devyah katham api muda nyastam asyat tvayesa ksiptam parne pranaya-janitad devi vamyat tvayagre akutajnas tad atinibhrtam carvitam kharvitangas tambuliyam rasayati janah phulla-roma kadayam

आस्ये देव्याः कथम अपि मुदा न्यस्तम आस्यात त्वयेश क्षिप्तं पर्णे प्रणयजनिताद देवि वाम्यात त्वयाग्रे आकूतज्ञस तद अतिनिभृतं चर्वितं खर्विताङ्गस ताम्बूलीयं रसयति जनः फुल्लरोमा कदायम

When, O queen, will this dwarf, understanding your intentions, take the betelnuts the Lord happily placed in Your mouth and You affectionately spat on a leaf, and, bodily hairs erect with joy, taste them in a secret place?

parasparam apaśyatoḥ praṇaya-māninor vāṁ kadā dhṛtotkelikayor api svam abhirakṣator āgraham dvayoḥ smitam udañcaye nudasi kiṁ mukundāmunā dṛganta-naṭanena mām uparamety alīkoktibhiḥ

parasparam apasyatoh pranaya-maninor vam kada dhrtotkelikayor api svam abhiraksator agraham dvayoh smitam udancaye nudasi kim mukundamuna drganta-natanena mam uparamety alikoktibhih

परस्परम अपश्यतोः प्रणयमानिनोर वां कदा धृतोत्केलिकयोर अपि स्वम अभिरक्षतोर आग्रहम द्वयोः स्मितम उदञ्चये नुदसि किं मुकुन्दामुना दृगन्तनटनेन माम उपरमेत्य अलीकोक्तिभिः

When, O lovers who, because You rarely see each other, always long to meet, will I make You smile by pretending to complain, “Mukunda! Why do You agitate Me with this dancing from the corner of Your eyes? Stop it!” ?

kadāpy avasaraḥ sa me kim u bhaviṣyati svāminau jano'yam anurāgataḥ pṛthuni yatra kuñjodare tvayā saha tavālike vividha-varṇa-gandha-dravyaiś ciraṁ viracayiṣyati prakaṭa-patra-vallī-śriyam

kadapy avasarah sa me kim u bhavisyati svaminau jano'yam anuragatah prthuni yatra kunjodare tvaya saha tavalike vividha-varna-gandha-dravyais ciram viracayisyati prakata-patra-valli-sriyam

कदाप्य अवसरः स मे किम उ भविष्यति स्वामिनौ जनोऽयम अनुरागतः पृथुनि यत्र कुञ्जोदरे त्वया सह तवालिके विविधवर्णगन्धद्रव्यैश चिरं विरचयिष्यति प्रकटपत्रवल्लीश्रियम

O king and queen, when will I have the opportunity in the great forest to lovingly decorate You by drawing on Your foreheads elaborate pictures in fragrant colours?

idaṁ sevā-bhāgyaṁ bhavati sulabhaṁ yena yuvayoś chaṭāpy asya premṇaḥ sphurati nahi suptāv api mama padārthe'smin yuṣmad-vrajam anu nivāsena janitas tathāpy āśā-bandhaḥ parivṛḍha-varau māṁ draḍhayati

idam seva-bhagyam bhavati sulabham yena yuvayos chatapy asya premnah sphurati nahi suptav api mama padarthe'smin yusmad-vrajam anu nivasena janitas tathapy asa-bandhah parivrdha-varau mam dradhayati

इदं सेवाभाग्यं भवति सुलभं येन युवयोश छटाप्य अस्य प्रेम्णः स्फुरति नहि सुप्ताव अपि मम पदार्थेऽस्मिन युष्मद्व्रजम अनु निवासेन जनितस तथाप्य आशाबन्धः परिवृढवरौ मां द्रढयति

The splendour of pure love, which makes the good fortune of Your direct service easy to obtain, is not mine, even in dream. Still, O king and queen, simply living in Your Vraja gives Me great hope.

prapadya bhavadīyatāṁ kalita-nirmala-premabhir mahadbhir api kāmyate kim api yatra tārṇaṁ januḥ kṛtātra kujaner api vraja-vane sthitir me yayā kṛpāṁ kṛpaṇa-gāminīṁ sadasi naumi tām eva vām

prapadya bhavadiyatam kalita-nirmala-premabhir mahadbhir api kamyate kim api yatra tarnam januh krtatra kujaner api vraja-vane sthitir me yaya krpam krpana-gaminim sadasi naumi tam eva vam

प्रपद्य भवदीयतां कलितनिर्मलप्रेमभिर महद्भिर अपि काम्यते किम अपि यत्र तार्णं जनुः कृतात्र कुजनेर अपि व्रजवने स्थितिर मे यया कृपां कृपणगामिनीं सदसि नौमि ताम एव वाम

In public places I glorify Your mercy, which is granted to even the lowest creatures, and which enables me, even though I am lowborn, to live in this forest of Vraja, the place where Your great devotees, filled with pure love, aspire to take birth, even as blades of grass.

mādhavyā madhurāṅga kānana-pada-prāptādhirājya-śriyā vṛndāraṇya-vikāsi-saurabha-tate tāpiñcha-kalpa-druma nottāpaṁ jagad eva yasya bhajate kīrti-cchaṭā-cchāyayā citrā tasya tavāṅghri-saṁnidhi-juṣāṁ kiṁ vā phalāptir nṛṇām

madhavya madhuranga kanana-pada-praptadhirajya-sriya vrndaranya-vikasi-saurabha-tate tapincha-kalpa-druma nottapam jagad eva yasya bhajate kirti-cchata-cchayaya citra tasya tavanghri-samnidhi-jusam kim va phalaptir nrnam

माधव्या मधुराङ्ग काननपदप्राप्ताधिराज्यश्रिया वृन्दारण्यविकासिसौरभतते तापिञ्छकल्पद्रुम नोत्तापं जगद एव यस्य भजते कीर्तिच्छटाच्छायया चित्रा तस्य तवाङ्घ्रिसंनिधिजुषां किं वा फलाप्तिर नृणाम

O handsome, fragrant tamala desire tree blooming in Vrndavana forest and embraced by the madhavi vine of the goddess ruling this forest, O tree, the shade of whose glory protects the world from a host of burning sufferings, what wonderful fruits do people find at Your feet?

tval-līlā-madhu-kulyayollasitayā kṛṣṇāmbudasyāmṛtaiḥ śrī-vṛndāvana-kalpa-valli-paritaḥ saurabhya-visphārayā mādhuryeṇa samastam eva pṛthunā brahmāṇḍam apyāyitaṁ nāścaryaṁ bhuvi labdha-pāda-rajasāṁ parvonnatir vīrudhām

tval-lila-madhu-kulyayollasitaya krsnambudasyamrtaih sri-vrndavana-kalpa-valli-paritah saurabhya-vispharaya madhuryena samastam eva prthuna brahmandam apyayitam nascaryam bhuvi labdha-pada-rajasam parvonnatir virudham

त्वल्लीलामधुकुल्ययोल्लसितया कृष्णाम्बुदस्यामृतैः श्रीवृन्दावनकल्पवल्लिपरितः सौरभ्यविस्फारया माधुर्येण समस्तम एव पृथुना ब्रह्माण्डम अप्यायितं नाश्चर्यं भुवि लब्धपादरजसां पर्वोन्नतिर वीरुधाम

O Vrndavana desire vine, it is not at all surprising that the entire world is delighted by the flowing stream of the honey of Your pastimes, shining with the nectar showered by the black cloud of Krsna, by your all-pervading fragrance, and by Your great sweetness, and it is also not surprising that the vines on the ground, who have attained the dust of your feet, are now standing erect in ecstasy.

paśupāla-vareṇya-nandanau varam etaṁ muhur arthaye yuvām bhavatu praṇayo bhave bhave bhavator eva padāmbujeṣu me

pasupala-varenya-nandanau varam etam muhur arthaye yuvam bhavatu pranayo bhave bhave bhavator eva padambujesu me

पशुपालवरेण्यनन्दनौ वरम एतं मुहुर अर्थये युवाम भवतु प्रणयो भवे भवे भवतोर एव पदाम्बुजेषु मे

O prince and princess of the gopas, again and again I pray for this benediction: Birth after birth may I love Your lotus feet.

udgīrṇābhūd utkalikā-vallarir agre vṛndāṭāvyāṁ nitya-vilāsa-vratayor vām vāṅ-mātreṇa vyāharato'py ullalam etām ākarṇyeśau kāmita-siddhiṁ kurutaṁ me

udgirnabhud utkalika-vallarir agre vrndatavyam nitya-vilasa-vratayor vam van-matrena vyaharato'py ullalam etam akarnyesau kamita-siddhim kurutam me

उद्गीर्णाभूद उत्कलिकावल्लरिर अग्रे वृन्दाटाव्यां नित्यविलासव्रतयोर वाम वाङ्मात्रेण व्याहरतोऽप्य उल्ललम एताम आकर्ण्येशौ कामितसिद्धिं कुरुतं मे

O king and queen who eternally enjoy transcendental pastimes, this vine of longing (utkalika-vallari) has sprouted up before you in Vrndavana forest. I tremble as I recite it. O king and queen, please hear this prayer and please fulfil my desires.

candrāśva-bhuvane śāke pauṣe gokula-vāsinā iyam utkalikā-pūrvā vallarī nirmitā mayā

candrasva-bhuvane sake pause gokula-vasina iyam utkalika-purva vallari nirmita maya

चन्द्राश्वभुवने शाके पौषे गोकुलवासिना इयम उत्कलिकापूर्वा वल्लरी निर्मिता मया

This vine of longings (utkalika-vallari) was written by me, a resident of Gokula, in the month of Pausa (December-January) in the Saka year Candrasva-bhuvana (1471 Saka or 1549 AD).