Rase Harim Iha Vihita lyrics

(Refrain) rāse harim iha vihita-vilāsṁ smarati mano mama kṛta-parihāsam

(Refrain) rase harim iha vihita-vilasm smarati mano mama krta-parihasam

(Rएfरैन्) रासे हरिम इह विहितविलास्ं स्मरति मनो मम कृतपरिहासम

His infatuating flute resounded with honeyed tones like the nectar from his quavering lower-lip; an ear ornament was tremulous on his cheek as his head moved, [tremulous] at the corner of his quivering eye.

sañcarad-adhara-sudhā-madhura-dhvani-mukharita-mohana-vaṁśam calita-dhṛg-añcala-cañcala-mauli-kapola-vilola-vataṁsam

sancarad-adhara-sudha-madhura-dhvani-mukharita-mohana-vamsam calita-dhrg-ancala-cancala-mauli-kapola-vilola-vatamsam

सञ्चरदधरसुधामधुरध्वनिमुखरितमोहनवंशम चलितधृगञ्चलचञ्चलमौलिकपोलविलोलवतंसम

His infatuating flute resounded with honeyed tones like the nectar from his quavering lower-lip; an ear ornament was tremulous on his cheek as his head moved, [tremulous] at the corner of his quivering eye.

candraka-cāru-mayūra-śikhaṇḍaka-maṇḍala-valayita-keśam pracura-purandara-dhanur-anurañjita-medura-mudira-suveśam

candraka-caru-mayura-sikhandaka-mandala-valayita-kesam pracura-purandara-dhanur-anuranjita-medura-mudira-suvesam

चन्द्रकचारुमयूरशिखण्डकमण्डलवलयितकेशम प्रचुरपुरन्दरधनुरनुरञ्जितमेदुरमुदिरसुवेशम

His hair was surrounded with a ring of lovely peacock-tail feathers with moon-eyes; [in] his lovely robe [He] was like a dark cloud colored with many rainbows; my mind remembers Hari.

gopa-kadamba-nitambavatī-mukha-cumbana-lambhita-lobham bandhujīva-madhurādhara-pallavam ullasita-smita-śobham

gopa-kadamba-nitambavati-mukha-cumbana-lambhita-lobham bandhujiva-madhuradhara-pallavam ullasita-smita-sobham

गोपकदम्बनितम्बवतीमुखचुम्बनलम्भितलोभम बन्धुजीवमधुराधरपल्लवम उल्लसितस्मितशोभम

He had an eager desire for kisses from the mouths of the gopis; the blossom of his honeyed lower-lip is like the bandhuvija [flower], [he was] beautiful on account of his radiant smile; my mind remembers Hari.

vipula-pulaka-bhuja-pallava-valayita-ballava-yuvati-sahasram kara-caraṇorasi maṇi-gaṇa-bhūṣaṇa-kiraṇa-vibhinna-tamisram

vipula-pulaka-bhuja-pallava-valayita-ballava-yuvati-sahasram kara-caranorasi mani-gana-bhusana-kirana-vibhinna-tamisram

विपुलपुलकभुजपल्लववलयितबल्लवयुवतिसहस्रम करचरणोरसि मणिगणभूषणकिरणविभिन्नतमिस्रम

A thousand cowherd girls were encircled by the shoots which are his very bristled arms; upon his chest and hands and feet, the darkness was dispelled by the rays of his pearl ornaments; my mind remembers Hari.

jalada-paṭala-calad-indu-vinindaka-candana-tilaka-lalāṭam pīna-payodhara-parisara-mardana-nirdaya-hṛdaya-kapāṭam

jalada-patala-calad-indu-vinindaka-candana-tilaka-lalatam pina-payodhara-parisara-mardana-nirdaya-hrdaya-kapatam

जलदपटलचलदिन्दुविनिन्दकचन्दनतिलकललाटम पीनपयोधरपरिसरमर्दननिर्दयहृदयकपाटम

His forehead had a mark of sandal on it which surpassed the moon moving in a cluster of clouds; his broad chest was mean to crush the hearts. my mind remembers Hari.

maṇi-maya-makara-manohara-kuṇḍala-maṇḍita-gaṇḍam udāram pīta-vasanam anugata-muni-manuja-surāsura-vara-parivāram

mani-maya-makara-manohara-kundala-mandita-gandam udaram pita-vasanam anugata-muni-manuja-surasura-vara-parivaram

मणिमयमकरमनोहरकुण्डलमण्डितगण्डम उदारम पीतवसनम अनुगतमुनिमनुजसुरासुरवरपरिवारम

His cheeks were adorned with enchanting ear rings of makaras made of jewels; he was noble; he had a yellow robe; he was followed by a great retinue of sages, men, spirits, and gods; my mind remembers Hari.

viśada-kadamba-tale militaṁ kali-kaluṣa-bhayaṁ śamayantam mām api kim api tarala-taraṅgad-anaṅga-dṛśā manasā ramayantam

visada-kadamba-tale militam kali-kalusa-bhayam samayantam mam api kim api tarala-tarangad-ananga-drsa manasa ramayantam

विशदकदम्बतले मिलितं कलिकलुषभयं शमयन्तम माम अपि किम अपि तरलतरङ्गदनङ्गदृशा मनसा रमयन्तम

He was met beneath the splendid kadamba [tree] allaying fear of the evil of the Kali Yuga; exciting me too somehow; in my imagination; with his gaze which is like the tremulous; restless love-god; my mind remembers Hari.

śrī-jayadeva-bhaṇitam atisundara-mohana-madhu-ripu-rūpam hari-caraṇa-smaraṇaṁ prati samprati puṇyavatām anurūpam

sri-jayadeva-bhanitam atisundara-mohana-madhu-ripu-rupam hari-carana-smaranam prati samprati punyavatam anurupam

श्रीजयदेवभणितम अतिसुन्दरमोहनमधुरिपुरूपम हरिचरणस्मरणं प्रति सम्प्रति पुण्यवताम अनुरूपम

The song of Sri Jayadeva has the beauty of the Enemy-of-Madhu, infatuating, so beautiful; it is exactly suitable for the virtuous for remembrance of the feet of Hari.