Shri Radha Sudha Nidhi: shlokas with meaning

यस्याः कदापि वसनाञ्चलखेलनोत्थ
धन्यातिधन्यपवनेन कृतार्थमानी ।
योगीन्द्रदुर्गमगतिर्मधुसूदनोऽपि
तस्या नमोऽस्तु वृषभानुभुवो दिशेऽपि ॥ १ ॥ (1)

yasyaah kadaapi vasanaanchalakhelanottha
dhanyaatidhanyapavanena kritaarthamaanee
yogeendradurgamagatirmadhusoodano'pi
tasyaa namo'stu vrishabhaanubhuvo dishe'pi

Even Krishna, whom the greatest yogis cannot reach, felt his life fulfilled when touched by the breeze stirred by the hem of her garment. I bow even to the direction where Shri Radha, daughter of Vrishabhanu, dwells.

ब्रह्मेश्वरादिसुदुरूहपदारविन्द
श्रीमत्परागपरमाद्भुतवैभवायाः ।
सर्वार्थसाररसवर्षिकृपार्द्रदृष्टेस्
तस्या नमोऽस्तु वृषभानुभुवो महिम्ने ॥ २ ॥ (2)

brahmeshvaraadisuduroohapadaaravinda
shreematparaagaparamaadbhutavaibhavaayaah
sarvaarthasaararasavarshikripaardradrishtes
tasyaa namo'stu vrishabhaanubhuvo mahimne

Her lotus feet are beyond the understanding even of Brahma and Shiva; their pollen holds a wondrous glory, and her glance, moist with grace, rains the essence of all that is worth having. I bow to the greatness of Vrishabhanu's daughter.

यो ब्रह्मरुद्रशुकनारदभीष्ममुख्यैर्
आलक्षितो न सहसा पुरुषस्य तस्य ।
सद्योवशीकरणचूर्णमनन्तशक्तिं
तं राधिकाचरणरेणुमनुस्मरामि ॥ ३ ॥ (3)

yo brahmarudrashukanaaradabheeshmamukhyair
aalakshito na sahasaa purushasya tasya
sadyovasheekaranachoornamanantashaktim
tam raadhikaacharanarenumanusmaraami

The Supreme Person is not easily seen even by Brahma, Rudra, Shuka, Narada and Bhishma, yet the dust of Shri Radha's feet wins him over at once, a powder of endless power. I remember that dust.

आधाय मूर्धनि यदापुरुदारगोप्यः
काम्यं पदं प्रियगुणैरपि पिच्छमौलेः ।
भावोत्सवेन भजतां रसकामधेनुं
तं राधिकाचरणरेणुमहं स्मरामि ॥ ४ ॥ (4)

aadhaaya moordhani yadaapurudaaragopyah
kaamyam padam priyagunairapi pichchhamauleh
bhaavotsavena bhajataam rasakaamadhenum
tam raadhikaacharanarenumaham smaraami

The generous gopis placed this dust on their heads and so won the place they longed for, together with Krishna's love. For those who worship with feeling it is a wish-granting cow of rasa. I remember the dust of Shri Radha's feet.

दिव्यप्रमोदरससारनिजाङ्गसङ्ग
पीयूषवीचिनिचयैरभिषेचयन्ती ।
कन्दर्पकोटिशरमूर्च्छितनन्दसूनु
सञ्जीवनी जयति कापि निकुञ्जदेवी ॥ ५ ॥ (5)

divyapramodarasasaaranijaangasanga
peeyooshaveechinichayairabhishechayantee
kandarpakotisharamoorchchhitanandasoonu
sanjeevanee jayati kaapi nikunjadevee

She bathes Nanda's son, faint from the arrows of countless Kamadevas, in waves of nectar from the touch of her own form, and so revives him. Glory to that unnamed goddess of the grove.

तन्नः प्रतिक्षणचमत्कृतचारुलीला
लावण्यमोहनमहामधुराङ्गभङ्गि ।
राधाननं हि मधुराङ्गकलानिधान
माविर्भविष्यति कदा रससिन्धुसारम् ॥ ६ ॥ (6)

tannah pratikshanachamatkritachaaruleelaa
laavanyamohanamahaamadhuraangabhangi
raadhaananam hi madhuraangakalaanidhaana
maavirbhavishyati kadaa rasasindhusaaram

Her face reveals new playful charm at every moment; it is the treasury of every sweet grace and the essence of the ocean of rasa. When will Shri Radha's face appear before us?

यत्किङ्करीषु बहुशः खलु काकुवाणी
नित्यं परस्य पुरुषस्य शिखण्डमौलेः ।
तस्याः कदा रसनिधेर्वृषभानुजाया
स्तत्केलिकुञ्जभवनाङ्गणमार्जनी स्याम् ॥ ७ ॥ (7)

yatkinkareeshu bahushah khalu kaakuvaanee
nityam parasya purushasya shikhandamauleh
tasyaah kadaa rasanidhervrishabhaanujaayaa
statkelikunjabhavanaanganamaarjanee syaam

Krishna himself pleads again and again with her maidservants to be let in. When will I be the one who sweeps the courtyard of the grove where Vrishabhanu's daughter plays?

वृन्दानि सर्वमहतामपहाय दूराद्
वृन्दाटवीमनुसर प्रणयेन चेतः ।
सत्तारणीकृतसुभावसुधारसौघं
राधाभिधानमिह दिव्यनिधानमस्ति ॥ ८ ॥ (8)

vrindaani sarvamahataamapahaaya dooraad
vrindaataveemanusara pranayena chetah
sattaaraneekritasubhaavasudhaarasaugham
raadhaabhidhaanamiha divyanidhaanamasti

O mind, leave behind from afar every kind of greatness and follow Vrindavan with love. Here lies a divine treasure called Radha, a flood of the nectar of feeling that carries the good across.

केनापि नागरवरेण पदे निपत्य
सम्प्रार्थितैकपरिरम्भरसोत्सवायाः ।
सभ्रूविभङ्गमतिरङ्गनिधेः कदा ते
श्रीराधिके नहि नहीति गिरः शृणोमि ॥ ९ ॥ (9)

kenaapi naagaravarena pade nipatya
sampraarthitaikaparirambharasotsavaayaah
sabhroovibhangamatiranganidheh kadaa te
shreeraadhike nahi naheeti girah shrinomi

A peerless lover falls at your feet and begs for an embrace, and you, ocean of delight, answer with a play of your brows, "No, no!" When will I hear those words, Shri Radhike?

यत्पादपद्मनखचन्द्रमणिच्छटाया
विस्फूर्जितं किमपि गोपवधूष्वदर्शि ।
पूर्णानुरागरससागरसारमूर्तिः
सा राधिका मयि कदापि कृपां करोतु ॥ १० ॥ (10)

yatpaadapadmanakhachandramanichchhataayaa
visphoorjitam kimapi gopavadhooshvadarshi
poornaanuraagarasasaagarasaaramoortih
saa raadhikaa mayi kadaapi kripaam karotu

A ray from the moon-gems of her toenails is what shone in the gopis. May Shri Radhika, the very essence of the full ocean of love, someday be gracious to me.

उज्जृम्भमाणरसवारिनिधेस्तरङ्गै
रङ्गैरिव प्रणयलोलविलोचनायाः ।
तस्याः कदा नु भविता मयि पुण्यदृष्टि
र्वृन्दाटवीनवनिकुञ्जगृहाधिदेव्याः ॥ ११ ॥ (11)

ujjrimbhamaanarasavaarinidhestarangai
rangairiva pranayalolavilochanaayaah
tasyaah kadaa nu bhavitaa mayi punyadrishti
rvrindaataveenavanikunjagrihaadhidevyaah

Her eyes tremble with love, and her limbs are like waves of a rising ocean of rasa. When will the queen of the new groves of Vrindavan turn her holy glance on me?

वृन्दावनेश्वरि तवैव पदारविन्दं
प्रेमामृतैकमकरन्दरसौघपूर्णम् ।
हृद्यर्पितं मधुपतेः स्मरतापमुग्रं
निर्वापयत्परमशीतलमाश्रयामि ॥ १२ ॥ (12)

vrindaavaneshvari tavaiva padaaravindam
premaamritaikamakarandarasaughapoornam
hridyarpitam madhupateh smarataapamugram
nirvaapayatparamasheetalamaashrayaami

Queen of Vrindavan, your lotus feet alone are full of the nectar of love; placed on Krishna's heart they cool his burning longing. I take refuge in those most cooling feet.

राधाकरावचितपल्लववल्लरीके
राधापदाङ्कविलसन्मधुरस्थलीके ।
राधायशोमुखरमत्तखगावलीके
राधाविहारविपिने रमतां मनो मे ॥ १३ ॥ (13)

raadhaakaraavachitapallavavallareeke
raadhaapadaankavilasanmadhurasthaleeke
raadhaayashomukharamattakhagaavaleeke
raadhaavihaaravipine ramataam mano me

Where the creepers bear leaves Radha has picked, where the ground is marked by her footprints, where the birds sing her glory: may my mind delight in that forest of Radha's play.

कृष्णामृतं चल विगाढुमितीरिताहं
तावत्सहस्व रजनी सखि यावदेति ।
इत्थं विहस्य वृषभानुसुतेह लप्स्ये
मानं कदा रसदकेलिकदम्बजातम् ॥ १४ ॥ (14)

krishnaamritam chala vigaadhumiteeritaaham
taavatsahasva rajanee sakhi yaavadeti
ittham vihasya vrishabhaanusuteha lapsye
maanam kadaa rasadakelikadambajaatam

She says, "Come, let us bathe in the Krishna," meaning the river Yamuna. I laugh and reply, "Wait, friend, until night comes." When will I earn her loving reproach for such a joke?

पादाङ्गुलीनिहितदृष्टिमपत्रपिष्णुं
दूरादुदीक्ष्य रसिकेन्द्रमुखेन्दुबिम्बम् ।
वीक्षे चलत्पदगतिं चरिताभिरामां
झङ्कारनूपुरवतीं बत कर्हि राधाम् ॥ १५ ॥ (15)

paadaanguleenihitadrishtimapatrapishnum
dooraadudeekshya rasikendramukhendubimbam
veekshe chalatpadagatim charitaabhiraamaam
jhankaaranoopuravateem bata karhi raadhaam

Seeing her beloved's face from afar, she shyly lowers her eyes to her toes and walks on, her anklets ringing. Alas, when will I see Radha moving so gracefully?

उज्जागरं रसिकनागरसङ्गरङ्गैः
कुञ्जोदरे कृतवती नु मुदा रजन्याम् ।
सुस्नापिता हि मधुनैव सुभोजिता त्वं
राधे कदा स्वपिषि मत्करलालिताङ्घ्रिः ॥ १६ ॥ (16)

ujjaagaram rasikanaagarasangarangaih
kunjodare kritavatee nu mudaa rajanyaam
susnaapitaa hi madhunaiva subhojitaa tvam
raadhe kadaa svapishi matkaralaalitaanghrih

After a night awake in the grove with her beloved, Radha, when will you sleep, bathed and fed by me, while my hands gently press your feet?

वैदग्ध्यसिन्धुरनुरागरसैकसिन्धु
र्वात्सल्यसिन्धुरतिसान्द्रकृपैकसिन्धुः ।
लावण्यसिन्धुरमृतच्छविरूपसिन्धुः
श्रीराधिका स्फुरतु मे हृदि केलिसिन्धुः ॥ १७ ॥ (17)

vaidagdhyasindhuranuraagarasaikasindhu
rvaatsalyasindhuratisaandrakripaikasindhuh
laavanyasindhuramritachchhaviroopasindhuh
shreeraadhikaa sphuratu me hridi kelisindhuh

An ocean of grace and skill, of love, of tender care, of deep mercy, of beauty and nectar-like form: may Shri Radhika, the ocean of divine play, shine within my heart.

दृष्ट्वैव चम्पकलतेव चमत्कृताङ्गी
वेणुध्वनिं क्व च निशम्य च विह्वलाङ्गी ।
सा श्यामसुन्दरगुणैरनुगीयमानैः
प्रीता परिष्वजतु मां वृषभानुपुत्री ॥ १८ ॥ (18)

drishtvaiva champakalateva chamatkritaangee
venudhvanim kva cha nishamya cha vihvalaangee
saa shyaamasundaragunairanugeeyamaanaih
preetaa parishvajatu maam vrishabhaanuputree

Seeing her beloved she thrills like a champak creeper, and hearing his flute she is overcome. Pleased by my singing of Shyamsundar's qualities, may Vrishabhanu's daughter embrace me.

श्रीराधिके सुरतरङ्गिनितम्बभागे
काञ्चीकलापकलहंसकलानुलापैः ।
मञ्जीरसिञ्जितमधुव्रतगुञ्जिताङ्घ्रि
पङ्केरुहैः शिशिरयस्व रसच्छटाभिः ॥ १९ ॥ (19)

shreeraadhike surataranginitambabhaage
kaancheekalaapakalahamsakalaanulaapaih
manjeerasinjitamadhuvratagunjitaanghri
pankeruhaih shishirayasva rasachchhataabhih

Shri Radhike, the sound of your girdle is like swans calling and your anklets hum like bees around your lotus feet. Cool me with a spray of that sweetness.

श्रीराधिके सुरतरङ्गिणि दिव्यकेलि
कल्लोलमालिनि लसद्वदनारविन्दे ।
श्यामामृताम्बुनिधिसङ्गमतीव्रवेगि
न्यावर्तनाभिरुचिरे मम सन्निधेहि ॥ २० ॥ (20)

shreeraadhike suratarangini divyakeli
kallolamaalini lasadvadanaaravinde
shyaamaamritaambunidhisangamateevravegi
nyaavartanaabhiruchire mama sannidhehi

Shri Radhike, you are a heavenly river garlanded with waves of play, your face a lotus, rushing to meet the ocean of Shyam. Lovely with your deep navel, come near me.

सत्प्रेमसिन्धुमकरन्दरसौघधारा
सारानजस्रमभितः स्रवदाश्रितेषु ।
श्रीराधिके तव कदा चरणारविन्दं
गोविन्दजीवनधनं शिरसा वहामि ॥ २१ ॥ (21)

satpremasindhumakarandarasaughadhaaraa
saaraanajasramabhitah sravadaashriteshu
shreeraadhike tava kadaa charanaaravindam
govindajeevanadhanam shirasaa vahaami

Your lotus feet ceaselessly pour streams of the honey of true love on those who take refuge in them. When will I carry those feet, the life-wealth of Govinda, on my head?

सङ्केतकुञ्जमनुकुञ्जरमन्दगामि
न्यादाय दिव्यमृदुचन्दनगन्धमाल्यम् ।
त्वां कामकेलिरभसेन कदा चलन्तीं
राधेऽनुयामि पदवीमुपदर्शयन्ती ॥ २२ ॥ (22)

sanketakunjamanukunjaramandagaami
nyaadaaya divyamriduchandanagandhamaalyam
tvaam kaamakelirabhasena kadaa chalanteem
raadhe'nuyaami padaveemupadarshayantee

Radha, when will I follow you as you walk, slow as an elephant, to the meeting grove, eager for love, while I carry sandal, perfume and garlands and show you the way?

गत्वा कलिन्दतनयाविजनावतार
मुद्वर्तयन्त्यमृतमङ्गमनङ्गजीवम् ।
श्रीराधिके तव कदा नवनागरेन्द्रं
पश्यामि मग्ननयनं स्थितमुच्चनीपे ॥ २३ ॥ (23)

gatvaa kalindatanayaavijanaavataara
mudvartayantyamritamangamanangajeevam
shreeraadhike tava kadaa navanaagarendram
pashyaami magnanayanam sthitamuchchaneepe

At a lonely ghat of the Yamuna, as I smooth fragrant paste on your limbs, when will I see the new prince of lovers watching you, lost in gazing, from high in a kadamba tree?

सत्प्रेमराशिसरसो विकसत्सरोजं
स्वानन्दसीधुरससिन्धुविवर्धनेन्दुम् ।
तच्छ्रीमुखं कुटिलकुन्तलभृङ्गजुष्टं
श्रीराधिके तव कदा नु विलोकयिष्ये ॥ २४ ॥ (24)

satpremaraashisaraso vikasatsarojam
svaanandaseedhurasasindhuvivardhanendum
tachchhreemukham kutilakuntalabhringajushtam
shreeraadhike tava kadaa nu vilokayishye

Your face is a lotus opening on a lake of true love, a moon swelling the ocean of joy, framed by curls like bees. Shri Radhike, when will I see that face?

लावण्यसाररससारसुखैकसारे
कारुण्यसारमधुरच्छविरूपसारे ।
वैदग्ध्यसाररतिकेलिविलाससारे
राधाभिधे मम मनोऽखिलसारसारे ॥ २५ ॥ (25)

laavanyasaararasasaarasukhaikasaare
kaarunyasaaramadhurachchhaviroopasaare
vaidagdhyasaararatikelivilaasasaare
raadhaabhidhe mama mano'khilasaarasaare

The essence of beauty, of rasa and of joy, of mercy and of lovely form, of skill and of love's play: may my mind rest in the one named Radha, the essence of all essences.

चिन्तामणिः प्रणमतां व्रजनागरीणां
चूडामणिः कुलमणिर्वृषभानुनाम्नः ।
सा श्यामकामवरशान्तिमणिर्निकुञ्ज
भूषामणिर्हृदयसम्पुटसन्मणिर्नः ॥ २६ ॥ (26)

chintaamanih pranamataam vrajanaagareenaam
choodaamanih kulamanirvrishabhaanunaamnah
saa shyaamakaamavarashaantimanirnikunja
bhooshaamanirhridayasamputasanmanirnah

She is a wish-granting gem to all who bow, the crest-jewel of the women of Braj and the jewel of Vrishabhanu's family; she calms Shyam's longing, adorns the grove, and is the true gem in the casket of our hearts.

मञ्जुस्वभावमधिकल्पलतानिकुञ्जं
व्यञ्जन्तमद्भुतकृपारसपुञ्जमेव ।
प्रेमामृताम्बुधिमगाधमबाधमेतं
राधाभिधं द्रुतमुपाश्रय साधु चेतः ॥ २७ ॥ (27)

manjusvabhaavamadhikalpalataanikunjam
vyanjantamadbhutakripaarasapunjameva
premaamritaambudhimagaadhamabaadhametam
raadhaabhidham drutamupaashraya saadhu chetah

Gentle by nature, she dwells in a grove of wish-fulfilling creepers and pours out wondrous mercy. Good mind, quickly take refuge in this deep, boundless ocean of love called Radha.

श्रीराधिकां निजविटेन सहालपन्तीं
शोणाधरप्रसृमरच्छविमञ्जरीकाम् ।
सिन्दूरसंवलितमौक्तिकपङ्क्तिशोभां
यो भावयेद्दशनकुन्दवतीं स धन्यः ॥ २८ ॥ (28)

shreeraadhikaam nijavitena sahaalapanteem
shonaadharaprasrimarachchhavimanjareekaam
sindoorasamvalitamauktikapanktishobhaam
yo bhaavayeddashanakundavateem sa dhanyah

Blessed is the one who meditates on Shri Radhika speaking with her beloved, the glow of her red lips spreading, pearls mixed with sindoor in her hair, her teeth like jasmine buds.

पीतारुणच्छविमनन्ततडिल्लताभां
प्रौढानुरागमदविह्वलचारुमूर्तिम् ।
प्रेमास्पदां व्रजमहीपतितन्महिष्यो
र्गोविन्दवन्मनसि तां निदधामि राधाम् ॥ २९ ॥ (29)

peetaarunachchhavimanantatadillataabhaam
praudhaanuraagamadavihvalachaarumoortim
premaaspadaam vrajamaheepatitanmahishyo
rgovindavanmanasi taam nidadhaami raadhaam

Golden with a rosy glow, bright as endless lightning, her form overwhelmed by mature love, dear to Braj's king and queen as Govinda is: I hold that Radha in my mind.

निर्माय चारुमुकुटं नवचन्द्रकेण
गुञ्जाभिरारचितहारमुपाहरन्ती ।
वृन्दाटवीनवनिकुञ्जगृहाधिदेव्याः
श्रीराधिके तव कदा भवितास्मि दासी ॥ ३० ॥ (30)

nirmaaya chaarumukutam navachandrakena
gunjaabhiraarachitahaaramupaaharantee
vrindaataveenavanikunjagrihaadhidevyaah
shreeraadhike tava kadaa bhavitaasmi daasee

Making a lovely crown of fresh peacock feathers and a necklace of gunja berries to bring to you, queen of Vrindavan's groves: Shri Radhike, when will I be your maidservant?

सङ्केतकुञ्जमनुपल्लवमास्तरीतुं
तत्तत्प्रसादमभितः खलु संवरीतुम् ।
त्वां श्यामचन्द्रमभिसारयितुं धृताशे
श्रीराधिके मयि विधेहि कृपाकटाक्षम् ॥ ३१ ॥ (31)

sanketakunjamanupallavamaastareetum
tattatprasaadamabhitah khalu samvareetum
tvaam shyaamachandramabhisaarayitum dhritaashe
shreeraadhike mayi vidhehi kripaakataaksham

I hope to spread fresh leaves in the meeting grove, to tidy all around it, and to lead you secretly to Shyamchandra. Shri Radhike, grant me your merciful glance.

दूरादपास्य स्वजनान्सुखमर्थकोटिं
सर्वेषु साधनवरेषु चिरं निराशः ।
वर्षन्तमेव सहजाद्भुतसौख्यधारां
श्रीराधिकाचरणरेणुमहं स्मरामि ॥ ३२ ॥ (32)

dooraadapaasya svajanaansukhamarthakotim
sarveshu saadhanavareshu chiram niraashah
varshantameva sahajaadbhutasaukhyadhaaraam
shreeraadhikaacharanarenumaham smaraami

Having left family, comfort and wealth far behind, and long despairing of every other spiritual means, I remember the dust of Shri Radhika's feet, which rains a natural, wondrous joy.

वृन्दाटवीप्रकटमन्मथकोटिमूर्तेः
कस्यापि गोकुलकिशोरनिशाकरस्य ।
सर्वस्वसम्पुटमिव स्तनशातकुम्भ
कुम्भद्वयं स्मर मनो वृषभानुपुत्र्याः ॥ ३३ ॥ (33)

vrindaataveeprakatamanmathakotimoorteh
kasyaapi gokulakishoranishaakarasya
sarvasvasamputamiva stanashaatakumbha
kumbhadvayam smara mano vrishabhaanuputryaah

The verse turns to the beauty of Radha's form in the frank imagery of Sanskrit love poetry, describing her as the whole treasure of Krishna, the moon of Gokul, in Vrindavan.

सान्द्रानुरागरससारसरःसरोजं
किं वा द्विधा मुकुलितं मुखचन्द्रभासा ।
तन्नूतनस्तनयुगं वृषभानुजायाः
स्वानन्दसीधुमकरन्दघनं स्मरामि ॥ ३४ ॥ (34)

saandraanuraagarasasaarasarahsarojam
kim vaa dvidhaa mukulitam mukhachandrabhaasaa
tannootanastanayugam vrishabhaanujaayaah
svaanandaseedhumakarandaghanam smaraami

In the same frank imagery the poet compares her beauty to a lotus from a lake of deep love, opened in two by the moonlight of her face, full of the honey of her own bliss.

क्रीडासरःकनकपङ्कजकुड्मलाय
स्वानन्दपूर्णरसकल्पतरोः फलाय ।
तस्मै नमो भुवनमोहनमोहनाय
श्रीराधिके तव नवस्तनमण्डलाय ॥ ३५ ॥ (35)

kreedaasarahkanakapankajakudmalaaya
svaanandapoornarasakalpataroh phalaaya
tasmai namo bhuvanamohanamohanaaya
shreeraadhike tava navastanamandalaaya

Again in the imagery of classical poetry, the poet bows to her youthful beauty as a golden lotus bud of the pleasure lake, fruit of the wish-tree of bliss, which enchants even Krishna.

पत्रावलीं रचयितुं कुचयोः कपोले
बद्धुं विचित्रकवरीं नवमल्लिकाभिः ।
अङ्गं च भूषयितुमाभरणैर्धृताशे
श्रीराधिके मयि विधेहि कृपावलोकम् ॥ ३६ ॥ (36)

patraavaleem rachayitum kuchayoh kapole
baddhum vichitrakavareem navamallikaabhih
angam cha bhooshayitumaabharanairdhritaashe
shreeraadhike mayi vidhehi kripaavalokam

I long to paint designs on your cheeks, to braid your hair with fresh jasmine and to adorn your limbs with ornaments. Shri Radhike, cast your merciful look on me.

श्यामेति सुन्दरवरेति मनोहरेति
कन्दर्पकोटिललितेति सुनागरेति ।
सोत्कण्ठमह्नि गृणती मुहुराकुलाक्षी
सा राधिका मयि कदा नु भवेत्प्रसन्ना ॥ ३७ ॥ (37)

shyaameti sundaravareti manohareti
kandarpakotilaliteti sunaagareti
sotkanthamahni grinatee muhuraakulaakshee
saa raadhikaa mayi kadaa nu bhavetprasannaa

"Shyam! Most beautiful! Enchanting one! Lovely as millions of Kamas! Best of lovers!" she cries again and again by day, her eyes restless. When will that Radhika be pleased with me?

वेणुः करान्निपतितः स्खलितं शिखण्डं
भ्रष्टं च पीतवसनं व्रजराजसूनोः ।
यस्याः कटाक्षशरपातविमूर्च्छितस्य
तां राधिकां परिचरामि कदा रसेन ॥ ३८ ॥ (38)

venuh karaannipatitah skhalitam shikhandam
bhrashtam cha peetavasanam vrajaraajasoonoh
yasyaah kataakshasharapaatavimoorchchhitasya
taam raadhikaam paricharaami kadaa rasena

Struck by the arrow of her glance, the prince of Braj faints: the flute falls from his hand, his peacock crown slips and his yellow cloth falls away. When will I serve that Radhika with love?

तस्या अपाररससारविलासमूर्ते
रानन्दकन्दपरमाद्भुतसौम्यलक्ष्म्याः ।
ब्रह्मादिदुर्गमगतेर्वृषभानुजायाः
कैङ्कर्यमेव मम जन्मनि जन्मनि स्यात् ॥ ३९ ॥ (39)

tasyaa apaararasasaaravilaasamoorte
raanandakandaparamaadbhutasaumyalakshmyaah
brahmaadidurgamagatervrishabhaanujaayaah
kainkaryameva mama janmani janmani syaat

She is the form of boundless rasa, root of bliss and wondrous gentle beauty, whose way is beyond even Brahma. May service to Vrishabhanu's daughter be mine birth after birth.

पूर्णानुरागरसमूर्तितडिल्लताभं
ज्योतिः परं भगवतो रतिमद्रहस्यम् ।
यत्प्रादुरस्ति कृपया वृषभानुगेहे
स्यात्किङ्करी भवितुमेव ममाभिलाषः ॥ ४० ॥ (40)

poornaanuraagarasamoortitadillataabham
jyotih param bhagavato ratimadrahasyam
yatpraadurasti kripayaa vrishabhaanugehe
syaatkinkaree bhavitumeva mamaabhilaashah

The supreme, secret light of the Lord, bright as lightning and the very form of full love, has graciously appeared in Vrishabhanu's house. My one wish is to be her maidservant.

प्रेमोल्लसद्रसविलासविकासकन्दं
गोविन्दलोचनवितृप्तचकोरपेयम् ।
सिञ्चन्तमद्भुतरसामृतचन्द्रकौघैः
श्रीराधिकावदनचन्द्रमहं स्मरामि ॥ ४१ ॥ (41)

premollasadrasavilaasavikaasakandam
govindalochanavitriptachakorapeyam
sinchantamadbhutarasaamritachandrakaughaih
shreeraadhikaavadanachandramaham smaraami

It is the root from which love's play blossoms, drink for Govinda's eyes that are never satisfied, as for chakora birds, sprinkling moonbeams of nectar. I remember the moon of Shri Radhika's face.

सङ्केतकुञ्जनिलये मृदुपल्लवेन
क्लृप्ते कदापि नवसङ्गभयत्रपाढ्याम् ।
अत्याग्रहेण करवारिरुहे गृहीत्वा
नेष्ये विटेन्द्रशयने वृषभानुपुत्रीम् ॥ ४२ ॥ (42)

sanketakunjanilaye mridupallavena
klripte kadaapi navasangabhayatrapaadhyaam
atyaagrahena karavaariruhe griheetvaa
neshye vitendrashayane vrishabhaanuputreem

On a soft bed of leaves made ready in the meeting grove, when will I take Vrishabhanu's daughter, shy and hesitant at a new meeting, by her lotus hand and lead her lovingly to her beloved?

सद्गन्धमाल्यनवचन्द्रलवङ्गसङ्ग
ताम्बूलसम्पुटमधीश्वरि मां वहन्तीम् ।
श्यामं तमुन्मदरसादभिसंसरन्ती
श्रीराधिके करुणयानुचरीं विधेहि ॥ ४३ ॥ (43)

sadgandhamaalyanavachandralavangasanga
taamboolasamputamadheeshvari maam vahanteem
shyaamam tamunmadarasaadabhisamsarantee
shreeraadhike karunayaanuchareem vidhehi

Mistress, as you go to Shyam, overflowing with love, while I carry fragrant garlands and a box of betel with camphor and clove, Shri Radhike, kindly make me your attendant.

श्रीराधिके तव नवोद्गमचारुवृत्त
वक्षोजमेव मुकुलद्वयलोभनीयम् ।
श्रोणीं दधद्रसगुणैरुपचीयमानं
कैशोरकं जयति मोहनचित्तचोरम् ॥ ४४ ॥ (44)

shreeraadhike tava navodgamachaaruvritta
vakshojameva mukuladvayalobhaneeyam
shroneem dadhadrasagunairupacheeyamaanam
kaishorakam jayati mohanachittachoram

In the language of classical love poetry, the verse praises the fresh bloom of Radha's youth, which steals the heart of Krishna himself. Glory to that youthful beauty.

संलापमुच्छलदनङ्गतरङ्गमाला
संक्षोभितेन वपुषा व्रजनागरेण ।
प्रत्यक्षरं क्षरदपाररसामृताब्धिं
श्रीराधिके तव कदा नु शृणोम्यदूरात् ॥ ४५ ॥ (45)

samlaapamuchchhaladanangatarangamaalaa
samkshobhitena vapushaa vrajanaagarena
pratyaksharam ksharadapaararasaamritaabdhim
shreeraadhike tava kadaa nu shrinomyadooraat

As you talk with the lover of Braj, his whole being stirred by waves of love, every syllable spills a boundless ocean of nectar. Shri Radhike, when will I hear that from close by?

अङ्कस्थितेऽपि दयिते किमपि प्रलापं
हा मोहनेति मधुरं विदधत्यकस्मात् ।
श्यामानुरागमदविह्वलमोहनाङ्गी
श्यामामणिर्जयति कापि निकुञ्जसीम्नि ॥ ४६ ॥ (46)

ankasthite'pi dayite kimapi pralaapam
haa mohaneti madhuram vidadhatyakasmaat
shyaamaanuraagamadavihvalamohanaangee
shyaamaamanirjayati kaapi nikunjaseemni

Even while sitting in her beloved's lap she suddenly cries, "Ah, Mohan!" as if he were far away. Glory to that dark-eyed jewel, overwhelmed by love for Shyam, in the bounds of the grove.

कुञ्जान्तरे किमपि जातरसोत्सवायाः
श्रुत्वा तदालपितशिञ्जितमिश्रितानि ।
श्रीराधिके तव रहःपरिचारिकाहं
द्वारस्थिता रसह्रदे पतिता कदा स्याम् ॥ ४७ ॥ (47)

kunjaantare kimapi jaatarasotsavaayaah
shrutvaa tadaalapitashinjitamishritaani
shreeraadhike tava rahahparichaarikaaham
dvaarasthitaa rasahrade patitaa kadaa syaam

Hearing from inside the grove the sounds of your joy, your words mixed with the ringing of your ornaments, when will I, your secret attendant standing at the door, fall into that lake of rasa?

वीणां करे मधुमतीं मधुरस्वरां ता
माधाय नागरशिरोमणिभावलीलाम् ।
गायन्त्यहो दिनमपारमिवाश्रुवर्षै
र्दुःखान्नयन्त्यहह सा हृदि मेऽस्तु राधा ॥ ४८ ॥ (48)

veenaam kare madhumateem madhurasvaraam taa
maadhaaya naagarashiromanibhaavaleelaam
gaayantyaho dinamapaaramivaashruvarshai
rduhkhaannayantyahaha saa hridi me'stu raadhaa

Holding her sweet-toned vina Madhumati, she sings the loving pastimes of the best of lovers and passes the endless day in tears. Ah, may that Radha dwell in my heart.

अन्योन्यहासपरिहासविलासकेलि
वैचित्र्यजृम्भितमहारसवैभवेन ।
वृन्दावने विलसतापहृतं विदग्ध
द्वन्द्वेन केनचिदहो हृदयं मदीयम् ॥ ४९ ॥ (49)

anyonyahaasaparihaasavilaasakeli
vaichitryajrimbhitamahaarasavaibhavena
vrindaavane vilasataapahritam vidagdha
dvandvena kenachidaho hridayam madeeyam

Some clever divine couple, playing in Vrindavan with laughter, teasing and the wonder of their pastimes, has stolen my heart away.

महाप्रेमोन्मीलन्नवरससुधासिन्धुलहरी
परीवाहैर्विश्वं स्नपयदिव नेत्रान्तनटनैः ।
तडिन्मालागौरं किमपि नवकैशोरमधुरं
पुरन्ध्रीणां चूडाभरणनवरत्नं विजयते ॥ ५० ॥ (50)

mahaapremonmeelannavarasasudhaasindhulaharee
pareevaahairvishvam snapayadiva netraantanatanaih
tadinmaalaagauram kimapi navakaishoramadhuram
purandhreenaam choodaabharananavaratnam vijayate

Her eyes dance and seem to bathe the world in waves of the nectar of great love. Golden as a string of lightning, sweet with fresh youth, the crest-jewel of all women is victorious.

अमन्दप्रेमाङ्कश्लथसकलनिर्बन्धहृदयं
दयापारं दिव्यच्छविमधुरलावण्यललितम् ।
अलक्ष्यं राधाख्यं निखिलनिगमैरप्यतितरां
रसाम्भोधेः सारं किमपि सुकुमारं विजयते ॥ ५१ ॥ (51)

amandapremaankashlathasakalanirbandhahridayam
dayaapaaram divyachchhavimadhuralaavanyalalitam
alakshyam raadhaakhyam nikhilanigamairapyatitaraam
rasaambhodheh saaram kimapi sukumaaram vijayate

Her heart has let go of every fixed claim under the weight of deep love; she is the shore of compassion, lovely with divine grace. Beyond the reach of all the Vedas, the tender essence of the ocean of rasa called Radha is victorious.

दुकूलं बिभ्राणामथ कुचतटे कञ्चुकपटं
प्रसादं स्वामिन्याः स्वकरतलदत्तं प्रणयतः ।
स्थितां नित्यं पार्श्वे विविधपरिचर्यैकचतुरां
किशोरीमात्मानं किमिह सुकुमारीं नु कलये ॥ ५२ ॥ (52)

dukoolam bibhraanaamatha kuchatate kanchukapatam
prasaadam svaaminyaah svakarataladattam pranayatah
sthitaam nityam paarshve vividhaparicharyaikachaturaam
kishoreemaatmaanam kimiha sukumaareem nu kalaye

Wearing the cloth and bodice my mistress gave me with her own hands out of love, always at her side and skilled in every kind of service: will I ever see myself here as that tender young maidservant?

विचिन्वन्ती केशान्क्वचन करजैः कञ्चुकपटं
क्व चाप्यामुञ्चन्ती कुचकनकदीव्यत्कलशयोः ।
सुगुल्फे न्यस्यन्ती क्वचन मणिमञ्जीरयुगलं
कदा स्यां श्रीराधे तव सुपरिचारिण्यहमहो ॥ ५३ ॥ (53)

vichinvantee keshaankvachana karajaih kanchukapatam
kva chaapyaamunchantee kuchakanakadeevyatkalashayoh
sugulphe nyasyantee kvachana manimanjeerayugalam
kadaa syaam shreeraadhe tava suparichaarinyahamaho

Combing out your hair with my fingers, helping you into your garments, fastening jewelled anklets at your ankles: Shri Radhe, when will I become your attendant like this?

अतिस्नेहादुच्चैरपि च हरिनामानि गृणत
स्तथा सौगन्ध्याद्यैर्बहुभिरुपचारैश्च यजतः ।
परानन्दं वृन्दावनमनुचरन्तं च दधतो
मनो मे राधायाः पदमृदुलपद्मे निवसतु ॥ ५४ ॥ (54)

atisnehaaduchchairapi cha harinaamaani grinata
stathaa saugandhyaadyairbahubhirupachaaraishcha yajatah
paraanandam vrindaavanamanucharantam cha dadhato
mano me raadhaayaah padamridulapadme nivasatu

Even while I sing Hari's names aloud with great love, worship him with fragrance and many offerings, and wander through Vrindavan in supreme joy, may my mind rest at Shri Radha's soft lotus feet.

निजप्राणेश्वर्या यदपि दयनीयेयमिति मां
मुहुश्चुम्बत्यालिङ्गति सुरतमाध्व्या मदयति ।
विचित्रां स्नेहर्द्धिं रचयति तथाप्यद्भुतगते
स्तवैव श्रीराधे पदरसविलासे मम मनः ॥ ५५ ॥ (55)

nijapraaneshvaryaa yadapi dayaneeyeyamiti maam
muhushchumbatyaalingati suratamaadhvyaa madayati
vichitraam sneharddhim rachayati tathaapyadbhutagate
stavaiva shreeraadhe padarasavilaase mama manah

Even if Krishna, knowing I am the one his beloved cares for, showers me with affection, my mind remains, Shri Radhe, only in the joy of your feet.

प्रीतिं कामपि नाममात्रजनितप्रोद्दामरोमोद्गमां
राधामाधवयोः सदैव भजतोः कौमार एवोज्ज्वलाम् ।
वृन्दारण्यनवप्रसूननिचयानानीय कुञ्जान्तरे
गूढं शैशवखेलनैर्बत कदा कार्यो विवाहोत्सवः ॥ ५६ ॥ (56)

preetim kaamapi naamamaatrajanitaproddaamaromodgamaam
raadhaamaadhavayoh sadaiva bhajatoh kaumaara evojjvalaam
vrindaaranyanavaprasoonanichayaanaaneeya kunjaantare
goodham shaishavakhelanairbata kadaa kaaryo vivaahotsavah

Radha and Madhava share a love so young and bright that the mere mention of a name makes them thrill. When will I gather fresh flowers from Vrindavan and, in a hidden grove, hold their wedding as a children's game?

विपञ्चितसुपञ्चमं रुचिरवेणुना गायता
प्रियेण सह वीणया मधुरगानविद्यानिधिः ।
करीन्द्रवनसम्मिलन्मदकरिण्युदारक्रमा
कदा नु वृषभानुजा मिलतु भानुजारोधसि ॥ ५७ ॥ (57)

vipanchitasupanchamam ruchiravenunaa gaayataa
priyena saha veenayaa madhuragaanavidyaanidhih
kareendravanasammilanmadakarinyudaarakramaa
kadaa nu vrishabhaanujaa milatu bhaanujaarodhasi

She is the treasure of sweet song, playing the vina with her beloved while he sings to his flute, and she walks with the grace of an elephant going to meet her mate. When will Vrishabhanu's daughter meet me on the bank of the Yamuna?

सहासवरमोहनाद्भुतविलासरासोत्सवे
विचित्रवरताण्डवश्रमजलार्द्रगण्डस्थलौ ।
कदा नु वरनागरीरसिकशेखरौ तौ मुदा
भजामि पदलालनाल्ललितजीवनं कुर्वती ॥ ५८ ॥ (58)

sahaasavaramohanaadbhutavilaasaraasotsave
vichitravarataandavashramajalaardragandasthalau
kadaa nu varanaagareerasikashekharau tau mudaa
bhajaami padalaalanaallalitajeevanam kurvatee

After the wondrous rasa dance, their cheeks wet from the effort of dancing, when will I joyfully serve that best of women and crown of lovers, giving my life its beauty by tending their feet?

वृन्दारण्यनिकुञ्जमञ्जुलगृहेष्वात्मेश्वरीं मार्गयन्
हा राधे सविदग्धदर्शितपथं किं यासि नेत्यालपन् ।
कालिन्दीसलिले च तत्कुचतटीकस्तूरिकापङ्किले
स्नायं स्नायमहो कुदेहजमलं जह्यां कदा निर्मलः ॥ ५९ ॥ (59)

vrindaaranyanikunjamanjulagriheshvaatmeshvareem maargayan
haa raadhe savidagdhadarshitapatham kim yaasi netyaalapan
kaalindeesalile cha tatkuchatateekastoorikaapankile
snaayam snaayamaho kudehajamalam jahyaam kadaa nirmalah

Searching the lovely groves of Vrindavan for my mistress and calling, "Ah Radhe, will you not take the path I showed you?", when will I bathe again and again in the Yamuna, fragrant with her musk, and wash away all impurity?

पादस्पर्शरसोत्सवं प्रणतिभिर्गोविन्दमिन्दीवर
श्यामं प्रार्थयितुं सुमञ्जुलरहःकुञ्जांश्च संमार्जितुम् ।
मालाचन्दनगन्धपूररसवत्ताम्बूलसत्पानका
न्यादातुं च रसैकदायिनि तव प्रेष्या कदा स्यामहम् ॥ ६० ॥ (60)

paadasparsharasotsavam pranatibhirgovindamindeevara
shyaamam praarthayitum sumanjularahahkunjaamshcha sammaarjitum
maalaachandanagandhapoorarasavattaamboolasatpaanakaa
nyaadaatum cha rasaikadaayini tava preshyaa kadaa syaamaham

To pray to dark Govinda, for whom touching your feet is a festival; to clean the secret groves; to bring garlands, sandal, perfume, betel and sweet drinks: you who alone give rasa, when will I be your maidservant?

लावण्यामृतवार्तया जगदिदं संप्लावयन्ती शर
द्राकाचन्द्रमनन्तमेव वदनज्योत्स्नाभिरातन्वती ।
श्रीवृन्दावनकुञ्जमञ्जुगृहिणी काप्यस्ति तुच्छामहो
कुर्वाणाखिलसाध्यसाधनकथां दत्त्वा स्वदास्योत्सवम् ॥ ६१ ॥ (61)

laavanyaamritavaartayaa jagadidam samplaavayantee shara
draakaachandramanantameva vadanajyotsnaabhiraatanvatee
shreevrindaavanakunjamanjugrihinee kaapyasti tuchchhaamaho
kurvaanaakhilasaadhyasaadhanakathaam dattvaa svadaasyotsavam

She floods the world with the nectar of her beauty and spreads the light of countless autumn moons from her face. That unnamed mistress of Vrindavan's groves, giving me the joy of serving her, has made every other spiritual goal seem small.

दृष्ट्या यत्र क्वचन विहिताम्रेडने नन्दसूनोः
प्रत्याख्यानच्छलत उदितोदारसङ्केतदेशा ।
धूर्तेन्द्र त्वद्भयमुपगता सा रहो नीपवाट्यां
नैका गच्छेत्कितव कृतमित्यादिशेत्कर्हि राधा ॥ ६२ ॥ (62)

drishtyaa yatra kvachana vihitaamredane nandasoonoh
pratyaakhyaanachchhalata uditodaarasanketadeshaa
dhoortendra tvadbhayamupagataa saa raho neepavaatyaam
naikaa gachchhetkitava kritamityaadishetkarhi raadhaa

When Krishna asks again and again, she seems to refuse but with a look shows him where to meet. Then, afraid of him, she says, "Rogue, I will not go alone to the kadamba grove." When will Radha tell me to come with her?

सा भ्रूनर्तनचातुरी निरुपमा सा चारुनेत्राञ्चले
लीलाखेलनचातुरी वरतनोस्तादृग्वचश्चातुरी ।
सङ्केतागमचातुरी नवनवक्रीडाकलाचातुरी
राधाया जयतात्सखीजनपरीहासोत्सवे चातुरी ॥ ६३ ॥ (63)

saa bhroonartanachaaturee nirupamaa saa chaarunetraanchale
leelaakhelanachaaturee varatanostaadrigvachashchaaturee
sanketaagamachaaturee navanavakreedaakalaachaaturee
raadhaayaa jayataatsakheejanapareehaasotsave chaaturee

The peerless art of her dancing brows, the playful art of her lovely eyes, the art of her words, the art of coming to the meeting place, the art of ever-new play, the art of joking with her friends: glory to Radha's skill.

उन्मीलन्मिथुनानुरागगरिमोदारस्फुरन्माधुरी
धारासारधुरीणदिव्यललितानङ्गोत्सवैः खेलतोः ।
राधामाधवयोः परं भवतु नश्चित्ते चिरार्तिस्पृशोः
कौमारे नवकेलिशिल्पलहरीशिक्षादिदीक्षारसः ॥ ६४ ॥ (64)

unmeelanmithunaanuraagagarimodaarasphuranmaadhuree
dhaaraasaaradhureenadivyalalitaanangotsavaih khelatoh
raadhaamaadhavayoh param bhavatu nashchitte chiraartisprishoh
kaumaare navakelishilpalahareeshikshaadideekshaarasah

In childhood Radha and Madhava teach each other the art of play, their love overflowing with sweetness. May the joy of that young teaching and learning rise in our hearts.

कदा वा खेलन्तौ व्रजनगरवीथीषु हृदयं
हरन्तौ श्रीराधाव्रजपतिकुमारौ सुकृतिनः ।
अकस्मात्कौमारे प्रकटनवकैशोरविभवौ
प्रपश्यन्पूर्णः स्यां रहसि परिहासादिनिरतौ ॥ ६५ ॥ (65)

kadaa vaa khelantau vrajanagaraveetheeshu hridayam
harantau shreeraadhaavrajapatikumaarau sukritinah
akasmaatkaumaare prakatanavakaishoravibhavau
prapashyanpoornah syaam rahasi parihaasaadiniratau

They play in the lanes of Braj and steal the hearts of the fortunate; then, alone, suddenly reveal the glory of youth and laugh together. When will I see Radha and the prince of Braj like this and be fulfilled?

धम्मिल्लं ते नवपरिमलैरुल्लसत्फुल्लमल्ली
मालं भालस्थलमपि लसत्सान्द्रसिन्दूरबिन्दुम् ।
दीर्घापाङ्गच्छविमनुपमां चारुचन्द्रांशुहासं
प्रेमोल्लासं तव तु कुचयोर्द्वन्द्वमन्तः स्मरामि ॥ ६६ ॥ (66)

dhammillam te navaparimalairullasatphullamallee
maalam bhaalasthalamapi lasatsaandrasindoorabindum
deerghaapaangachchhavimanupamaam chaaruchandraamshuhaasam
premollaasam tava tu kuchayordvandvamantah smaraami

I remember your hair braided with fresh fragrant jasmine, the bright sindoor dot on your forehead, the matchless glance of your long eyes, your moonlike smile, and the joy of love within your heart.

लक्ष्मीकोटिविलक्ष्यलक्षणलसल्लीलाकिशोरीशतै
राराध्यं व्रजमण्डलेऽतिमधुरं राधाभिधानं परम् ।
ज्योतिः किञ्चन सिञ्चदुज्ज्वलरसप्राग्भावमाविर्भव
द्राधे चेतसि भूरिभाग्यविभवैः कस्याप्यहो जृम्भते ॥ ६७ ॥ (67)

lakshmeekotivilakshyalakshanalasalleelaakishoreeshatai
raaraadhyam vrajamandale'timadhuram raadhaabhidhaanam param
jyotih kinchana sinchadujjvalarasapraagbhaavamaavirbhava
draadhe chetasi bhooribhaagyavibhavaih kasyaapyaho jrimbhate

Worshipped in Braj by hundreds of young girls whose grace surpasses millions of Lakshmis, a supremely sweet light called Radha, pouring out radiant love, unfolds in the heart of someone of great good fortune.

तज्जीयान्नवयौवनोदयमहालावण्यलीलामयं
सान्द्रानन्दघनानुरागघटितश्रीमूर्तिसम्मोहनम् ।
वृन्दारण्यनिकुञ्जकेलिललितं काश्मीरगौरच्छवि
श्रीगोविन्द इव व्रजेन्द्रगृहिणीप्रेमैकपात्रं महः ॥ ६८ ॥ (68)

tajjeeyaannavayauvanodayamahaalaavanyaleelaamayam
saandraanandaghanaanuraagaghatitashreemoortisammohanam
vrindaaranyanikunjakelilalitam kaashmeeragaurachchhavi
shreegovinda iva vrajendragrihineepremaikapaatram mahah

Glory to that light: full of the beauty of new youth, a form made of deep joy and love that enchants Krishna, lovely in the groves of Vrindavan, golden like saffron, and as dear to Yashoda as Govinda himself.

प्रेमानन्दरसैकवारिधिमहाकल्लोलमालाकुला
व्यालोलारुणलोचनाञ्चलचमत्कारेण सञ्चिन्वती ।
किञ्चित्केलिकलामहोत्सवमहो वृन्दाटवीमन्दिरे
नन्दत्यद्भुतकामवैभवमयी राधा जगन्मोहिनी ॥ ६९ ॥ (69)

premaanandarasaikavaaridhimahaakallolamaalaakulaa
vyaalolaarunalochanaanchalachamatkaarena sanchinvatee
kinchitkelikalaamahotsavamaho vrindaataveemandire
nandatyadbhutakaamavaibhavamayee raadhaa jaganmohinee

Swept by great waves of the ocean of loving joy, her restless reddish eyes working wonders, Radha, who enchants the world, delights in the temple of the Vrindavan forest.

वृन्दारण्यनिकुञ्जसीमनि नवप्रेमानुभावभ्रम
द्भ्रूभङ्गीलवमोहितव्रजमणिर्भक्तैकचिन्तामणिः ।
सान्द्रानन्दरसामृतस्रवमणिः प्रोद्दामविद्युल्लता
कोटिज्योतिरुदेति कापि रमणीचूडामणिर्मोहिनी ॥ ७० ॥ (70)

vrindaaranyanikunjaseemani navapremaanubhaavabhrama
dbhroobhangeelavamohitavrajamanirbhaktaikachintaamanih
saandraanandarasaamritasravamanih proddaamavidyullataa
kotijyotirudeti kaapi ramaneechoodaamanirmohinee

In the groves of Vrindavan rises an enchanting jewel among women: a hint of her brows enchants the jewel of Braj, she fulfils her devotees like a wish-gem, flows with nectar, and shines like millions of lightning flashes.

लीलापाङ्गतरङ्गितैरुदभवन्नेकैकशः कोटिशः
कन्दर्पाः पुरुदर्पटङ्कृतमहाकोदण्डविस्फारिणः ।
तारुण्यप्रथमप्रवेशसमये यस्या महामाधुरी
धारानन्तचमत्कृता भवतु नः श्रीराधिका स्वामिनी ॥ ७१ ॥ (71)

leelaapaangatarangitairudabhavannekaikashah kotishah
kandarpaah purudarpatankritamahaakodandavisphaarinah
taarunyaprathamapraveshasamaye yasyaa mahaamaadhuree
dhaaraanantachamatkritaa bhavatu nah shreeraadhikaa svaaminee

At the first dawn of her youth, each playful glance gave birth to millions of Kamadevas drawing their bows. May Shri Radhika, wondrous with endless streams of sweetness, be our mistress.

यत्पादाम्बुरुहैकरेणुकणिकां मूर्ध्ना निधातुं न हि
प्रापुर्ब्रह्मशिवादयोऽप्यधिकृतिं गोप्यैकभावाश्रयाः ।
सापि प्रेमसुधारसाम्बुधिनिधी राधापि साधारणी
भूता कालगतिक्रमेण बलिना हे दैव तुभ्यं नमः ॥ ७२ ॥ (72)

yatpaadaamburuhaikarenukanikaam moordhnaa nidhaatum na hi
praapurbrahmashivaadayo'pyadhikritim gopyaikabhaavaashrayaah
saapi premasudhaarasaambudhinidhee raadhaapi saadhaaranee
bhootaa kaalagatikramena balinaa he daiva tubhyam namah

Brahma, Shiva and the gods could not earn the right to place one speck of her foot-dust on their heads, yet the gopis took refuge in her. That Radha, treasure of the ocean of love, has become easy to reach in time. O fate, I bow to you.

दूरे स्निग्धपरम्परा विजयतां दूरे सुहृन्मण्डली
भृत्याः सन्तु विदूरतो व्रजपतेरन्यप्रसङ्गः कुतः ।
यत्र श्रीवृषभानुजा कृतरतिः कुञ्जोदरे कामिना
द्वारस्था प्रियकिङ्करी परमहं श्रोष्यामि काञ्चीध्वनिम् ॥ ७३ ॥ (73)

doore snigdhaparamparaa vijayataam doore suhrinmandalee
bhrityaah santu vidoorato vrajapateranyaprasangah kutah
yatra shreevrishabhaanujaa kritaratih kunjodare kaaminaa
dvaarasthaa priyakinkaree paramaham shroshyaami kaancheedhvanim

Let Krishna's dear ones stay far away, his friends farther, his servants farther still; others are not even thought of. Where Vrishabhanu's daughter is with her beloved in the grove, I, her dear maidservant at the door, will hear the sound of her girdle.

गौराङ्गे म्रदिमा स्मिते मधुरिमा नेत्राञ्चले द्राघिमा
वक्षोजे गरिमा तथैव तनिमा मध्ये गतौ मन्दिमा ।
श्रोण्यां च प्रथिमा भ्रुवोः कुटिलिमा बिम्बाधरे शोणिमा
श्रीराधे हृदि ते रसेन जडिमा ध्यानेऽस्तु मे गोचरः ॥ ७४ ॥ (74)

gauraange mradimaa smite madhurimaa netraanchale draaghimaa
vakshoje garimaa tathaiva tanimaa madhye gatau mandimaa
shronyaam cha prathimaa bhruvoh kutilimaa bimbaadhare shonimaa
shreeraadhe hridi te rasena jadimaa dhyaane'stu me gocharah

The softness of your limbs, the sweetness of your smile, the length of your eyes, the grace of your form, the slow beauty of your walk, the curve of your brows, the red of your lips, and the stillness of your heart overcome by love: Shri Radhe, may all this appear in my meditation.

प्रातः पीतपटं कदा व्यपनयाम्यन्यांशुकस्यार्पणात्
कुञ्जे विस्मृतकञ्चुकीमपि समानेतुं प्रधावामि वा ।
बध्नीयां कवरीं युनज्मि गलितां मुक्तावलीमञ्जये
नेत्रे नागरि रङ्गकैश्च पिदधाम्यङ्गव्रणं वा कदा ॥ ७५ ॥ (75)

praatah peetapatam kadaa vyapanayaamyanyaamshukasyaarpanaat
kunje vismritakanchukeemapi samaanetum pradhaavaami vaa
badhneeyaam kavareem yunajmi galitaam muktaavaleemanjaye
netre naagari rangakaishcha pidadhaamyangavranam vaa kadaa

At dawn, when you have put on the wrong yellow cloth, when will I change it? Or run to fetch the bodice you left in the grove, retie your braid, restring your broken pearls, line your eyes, and tend to your limbs?

यद्वृन्दावनमात्रगोचरमहो यन्न श्रुतीकं शिरो
ऽप्यारोढुं क्षमते न यच्छिवशुकादीनां तु यद्ध्यानगम् ।
यत्प्रेमामृतमाधुरीरसमयं यन्नित्यकैशोरकं
तद्रूपं परिवेष्टुमेव नयनं लोलायमानं मम ॥ ७६ ॥ (76)

yadvrindaavanamaatragocharamaho yanna shruteekam shiro
'pyaarodhum kshamate na yachchhivashukaadeenaam tu yaddhyaanagam
yatpremaamritamaadhureerasamayam yannityakaishorakam
tadroopam pariveshtumeva nayanam lolaayamaanam mama

That form is seen only in Vrindavan; the Upanishads cannot reach it, it is beyond even the meditation of Shiva and Shuka. Full of the nectar of love and eternally young: my restless eyes long only to behold it.

धर्माद्यर्थचतुष्टयं विजयतां किं तद्वृथावार्तया
सैकान्तेश्वरभक्तियोगपदवी त्वारोपिता मूर्धनि ।
यो वृन्दावनसीम्नि कश्चन घनाश्चर्यः किशोरीमणि
स्तत्कैङ्कर्यरसामृतादिह परं चित्ते न मे रोचते ॥ ७७ ॥ (77)

dharmaadyarthachatushtayam vijayataam kim tadvrithaavaartayaa
saikaanteshvarabhaktiyogapadavee tvaaropitaa moordhani
yo vrindaavanaseemni kashchana ghanaashcharyah kishoreemani
statkainkaryarasaamritaadiha param chitte na me rochate

Let dharma, wealth, desire and liberation flourish; why waste words on them? Even exclusive devotion to God I honour by placing it on my head. Yet nothing pleases my heart except the nectar of serving the wondrous young queen of Vrindavan.

प्रेम्णः सन्मधुरोज्ज्वलस्य हृदयं शृङ्गारलीलाकला
वैचित्रीपरमावधिर्भगवतः पूज्यैव कापीशता ।
ईशानी च शची महासुखतनुः शक्तिः स्वतन्त्रा परा
श्रीवृन्दावननाथपट्टमहिषी राधैव सेव्या मम ॥ ७८ ॥ (78)

premnah sanmadhurojjvalasya hridayam shringaaraleelaakalaa
vaichitreeparamaavadhirbhagavatah poojyaiva kaapeeshataa
eeshaanee cha shachee mahaasukhatanuh shaktih svatantraa paraa
shreevrindaavananaathapattamahishee raadhaiva sevyaa mama

She is the heart of pure, sweet love, the height of the art of love's play, honoured even by the Lord. More than the queens of the gods, a supreme and independent power: Radha, chief queen of the lord of Vrindavan, alone is the one I serve.

राधादास्यमपास्य यः प्रयतते गोविन्दसङ्गाशया
सोऽयं पूर्णसुधारुचेः परिचयं राकां विना काङ्क्षति ।
किञ्च श्यामरतिप्रवाहलहरीबीजं न ये तां विदु
स्ते प्राप्यापि महामृताम्बुधिमहो बिन्दुं परं प्राप्नुयुः ॥ ७९ ॥ (79)

raadhaadaasyamapaasya yah prayatate govindasangaashayaa
so'yam poornasudhaarucheh parichayam raakaam vinaa kaankshati
kincha shyaamaratipravaahalahareebeejam na ye taam vidu
ste praapyaapi mahaamritaambudhimaho bindum param praapnuyuh

Whoever seeks Govinda's company while ignoring service to Radha wants the full moon without the full-moon night. Those who do not know that she is the seed of the waves of Shyam's love gain only a drop, even from the ocean of nectar.

कैशोराद्भुतमाधुरीभरधुरीणाङ्गच्छविं राधिकां
प्रेमोल्लासभराधिकां निरवधि ध्यायन्ति ये तद्धियः ।
त्यक्ताः कर्मभिरात्मनैव भगवद्धर्मेऽप्यहो निर्ममाः
सर्वाश्चर्यगतिं गता रसमयीं तेभ्यो महद्भ्यो नमः ॥ ८० ॥ (80)

kaishoraadbhutamaadhureebharadhureenaangachchhavim raadhikaam
premollaasabharaadhikaam niravadhi dhyaayanti ye taddhiyah
tyaktaah karmabhiraatmanaiva bhagavaddharme'pyaho nirmamaah
sarvaashcharyagatim gataa rasamayeem tebhyo mahadbhyo namah

I bow to the great souls who meditate without end on Radhika, whose form overflows with the sweetness of youth and the joy of love. Rituals have dropped away from them; free of attachment even to religious duty, they have reached the wondrous goal of rasa.

लिखन्ति भुजमूलतो न खलु शङ्खचक्रादिकं
विचित्रहरिमन्दिरं न रचयन्ति भालस्थले ।
लसत्तुलसिमालिकां दधति कण्ठपीठे न वा
गुरोर्भजनविक्रमात्क इह ते महाबुद्धयः ॥ ८१ ॥ (81)

likhanti bhujamoolato na khalu shankhachakraadikam
vichitraharimandiram na rachayanti bhaalasthale
lasattulasimaalikaam dadhati kanthapeethe na vaa
gurorbhajanavikramaatka iha te mahaabuddhayah

They do not mark conch and discus on their arms, nor draw tilak on their foreheads, nor even wear a tulsi mala at the throat. Who are these great souls, strong only in devotion to the guru?

कर्माणि श्रुतिबोधितानि नितरां कुर्वन्तु कुर्वन्तु मा
गूढाश्चर्यरसाः स्रगादिविषयान्गृह्णन्तु मुञ्चन्तु वा ।
कैर्वा भावरहस्यपारगमतिः श्रीराधिकाप्रेयसः
किञ्चिज्ज्ञैरनुयुज्यतां बहिरहो भ्राम्यद्भिरन्यैरपि ॥ ८२ ॥ (82)

karmaani shrutibodhitaani nitaraam kurvantu kurvantu maa
goodhaashcharyarasaah sragaadivishayaangrihnantu munchantu vaa
kairvaa bhaavarahasyapaaragamatih shreeraadhikaapreyasah
kinchijjnairanuyujyataam bahiraho bhraamyadbhiranyairapi

Whether they perform the rites of the Vedas or not, whether they accept garlands and comforts or give them up, how could those who know the secret of Radhika's beloved ever be judged by outsiders who know little?

अलं विषयवार्तया नरककोटिबीभत्सया
वृथा श्रुतिकथाश्रमो बत बिभेमि कैवल्यतः ।
परेशभजनोन्मदा यदि शुकादयः किं ततः
परं तु मम राधिकापदरसे मनो मज्जतु ॥ ८३ ॥ (83)

alam vishayavaartayaa narakakotibeebhatsayaa
vrithaa shrutikathaashramo bata bibhemi kaivalyatah
pareshabhajanonmadaa yadi shukaadayah kim tatah
param tu mama raadhikaapadarase mano majjatu

Enough talk of worldly things, as repellent as millions of hells. Study of scripture alone is wasted effort, and I fear the liberation that dissolves the self. If Shuka and others are mad with devotion to God, so be it; let my mind sink only into the joy of Radhika's feet.

तत्सौन्दर्यं स च नववयो यौवनश्रीप्रवेशः
सा दृग्भङ्गी स च रसघनाश्चर्यवक्षोजकुम्भः ।
सोऽयं बिम्बाधरमधुरिमा तत्स्मितं सा च वाणी
सेयं लीलागतिरपि न विस्मर्यते राधिकायाः ॥ ८४ ॥ (84)

tatsaundaryam sa cha navavayo yauvanashreepraveshah
saa drigbhangee sa cha rasaghanaashcharyavakshojakumbhah
so'yam bimbaadharamadhurimaa tatsmitam saa cha vaanee
seyam leelaagatirapi na vismaryate raadhikaayaah

That beauty, the first bloom of youth, that sideways glance, the sweetness of her lips, that smile, that voice, and that playful walk: none of Radhika's charms can ever be forgotten.

यल्लक्ष्मीशुकनारदादिपरमाश्चर्यानुरागोत्सवैः
प्राप्तं त्वत्कृपयैव हि व्रजभृतां तत्तत्किशोरीगणैः ।
तत्कैङ्कर्यमनुक्षणाद्भुतरसं प्राप्तुं धृताशे मयि
श्रीराधे नवकुञ्जनागरि कृपादृष्टिं कदा दास्यसि ॥ ८५ ॥ (85)

yallakshmeeshukanaaradaadiparamaashcharyaanuraagotsavaih
praaptam tvatkripayaiva hi vrajabhritaam tattatkishoreeganaih
tatkainkaryamanukshanaadbhutarasam praaptum dhritaashe mayi
shreeraadhe navakunjanaagari kripaadrishtim kadaa daasyasi

By your grace alone the girls of Braj gained that service which even Lakshmi, Shuka and Narada long for. Shri Radhe, young lady of the new groves, I hope for that ever-wondrous service; when will you cast your merciful glance on me?

लब्ध्वा दास्यं तदतिकृपया मोहनस्वादितेन
सौन्दर्यश्रीपदकमलयोर्लालनैः स्वापितायाः ।
श्रीराधाया मधुरमधुरोच्छिष्टपीयूषसारं
भोजं भोजं नवनवरसानन्दमग्नः कदा स्याम् ॥ ८६ ॥ (86)

labdhvaa daasyam tadatikripayaa mohanasvaaditena
saundaryashreepadakamalayorlaalanaih svaapitaayaah
shreeraadhaayaa madhuramadhurochchhishtapeeyooshasaaram
bhojam bhojam navanavarasaanandamagnah kadaa syaam

Having gained that service by your great mercy, when will I, tasting again and again the sweet remnants of Shri Radha, who has been lovingly put to sleep, be lost in ever-new joy?

यदि स्नेहाद्राधे दिशसि रतिलाम्पट्यपदवीं
गतं ते स्वप्रेष्ठं तदपि मम निष्ठां शृणु यथा ।
कटाक्षैरालोके स्मितसहचरैर्जातपुलकं
समाश्लिष्याम्युच्चैरथ च रसये त्वत्पदरसम् ॥ ८७ ॥ (87)

yadi snehaadraadhe dishasi ratilaampatyapadaveem
gatam te svapreshtham tadapi mama nishthaam shrinu yathaa
kataakshairaaloke smitasahacharairjaatapulakam
samaashlishyaamyuchchairatha cha rasaye tvatpadarasam

Radhe, even if you lovingly send me to your beloved, hear what my devotion will be: my sideways smiling glance will thrill him, I may embrace him warmly, yet still I will taste only the joy of your feet.

कृष्णः पक्षो नवकुवलयं कृष्णसारस्तमालो
नीलाम्भोदस्तव रुचिपदं नामरूपैश्च कृष्णा ।
कृष्णे कस्मात्तव विमुखता मोहनश्याममूर्ता
वित्युक्त्वा त्वां प्रहसितमुखीं किन्नु पश्यामि राधे ॥ ८८ ॥ (88)

krishnah paksho navakuvalayam krishnasaarastamaalo
neelaambhodastava ruchipadam naamaroopaishcha krishnaa
krishne kasmaattava vimukhataa mohanashyaamamoortaa
vityuktvaa tvaam prahasitamukheem kinnu pashyaami raadhe

The dark fortnight, the new blue lotus, the black deer, the tamala tree, the dark cloud and the Yamuna named Krishna are all dear to you. Why then turn away from Krishna himself? Radhe, when will I say this and see you laugh?

लीलापाङ्गतरङ्गितैरिव दिशो नीलोत्पलश्यामला
दोलायत्कनकाद्रिमण्डलमिव व्योम स्तनैस्तन्वतीम् ।
उत्फुल्लस्थलपङ्कजामिव भुवं रासे पदन्यासतः
श्रीराधामनुधावतीं व्रजकिशोरीणां घटां भावये ॥ ८९ ॥ (89)

leelaapaangatarangitairiva disho neelotpalashyaamalaa
dolaayatkanakaadrimandalamiva vyoma stanaistanvateem
utphullasthalapankajaamiva bhuvam raase padanyaasatah
shreeraadhaamanudhaavateem vrajakishoreenaam ghataam bhaavaye

I meditate on the band of Braj girls following Shri Radha in the rasa: their playful glances seem to colour the directions blue like lotuses, and their steps make the earth bloom as if with lotuses.

दृशौ त्वयि रसाम्बुधौ मधुरमीनवद्भ्राम्यतः
स्तनौ त्वयि सुधासरस्यहह चक्रवाकाविव ।
मुखं सुरतरङ्गिणि त्वयि विकासि हेमाम्बुजं
मिलन्तु मयि राधिके तव कृपातरङ्गच्छटाः ॥ ९० ॥ (90)

drishau tvayi rasaambudhau madhurameenavadbhraamyatah
stanau tvayi sudhaasarasyahaha chakravaakaaviva
mukham suratarangini tvayi vikaasi hemaambujam
milantu mayi raadhike tava kripaatarangachchhataah

Your eyes move in you like sweet fish in an ocean of rasa, and your face blooms like a golden lotus in you, heavenly river. Radhike, may waves of your mercy reach me.

कान्ताढ्याश्चर्यकान्ताकुलमणिकमलाकोटिकाम्यैकपादा
म्भोजभ्राजन्नखेन्दुच्छविलवविभवा काप्यगम्या किशोरी ।
उन्मर्यादप्रवृद्धप्रणयरसमहाम्भोधिगम्भीरलीला
माधुर्योज्जृम्भिताङ्गी मयि किमपि कृपारङ्गमङ्गीकरोतु ॥ ९१ ॥ (91)

kaantaadhyaashcharyakaantaakulamanikamalaakotikaamyaikapaadaa
mbhojabhraajannakhenduchchhavilavavibhavaa kaapyagamyaa kishoree
unmaryaadapravriddhapranayarasamahaambhodhigambheeraleelaa
maadhuryojjrimbhitaangee mayi kimapi kripaarangamangeekarotu

A ray from the moon of her toenails is the one wealth desired by millions of Lakshmis, the jewels of wondrous women. May that unreachable young lady, whose form overflows with the deep play of boundless love, accept me in her mercy.

कलिन्दगिरिनन्दिनीपुलिनमालतीमन्दिरे
प्रविष्टवनमालिना ललितकेलिलोलीकृते ।
प्रतिक्षणचमत्कृताद्भुतरसैकलीलानिधे
विधेहि मयि राधिके तव कृपातरङ्गच्छटाम् ॥ ९२ ॥ (92)

kalindagirinandineepulinamaalateemandire
pravishtavanamaalinaa lalitakeliloleekrite
pratikshanachamatkritaadbhutarasaikaleelaanidhe
vidhehi mayi raadhike tava kripaatarangachchhataam

Made restless by the play of the garlanded lover in a jasmine bower on the Yamuna's bank, treasure of ever-new wonder, Radhike, spread the waves of your mercy over me.

यस्यास्ते बत किङ्करीषु बहुशश्चाटूनि वृन्दाटवी
कन्दर्पः कुरुते तवैव किमपि प्रेप्सुः प्रसादोत्सवम् ।
सान्द्रानन्दघनानुरागलहरीनिस्यन्दिपादाम्बुज
द्वन्द्वे श्रीवृषभानुनन्दिनि सदा वन्दे तव श्रीपदम् ॥ ९३ ॥ (93)

yasyaaste bata kinkareeshu bahushashchaatooni vrindaatavee
kandarpah kurute tavaiva kimapi prepsuh prasaadotsavam
saandraanandaghanaanuraagalahareenisyandipaadaambuja
dvandve shreevrishabhaanunandini sadaa vande tava shreepadam

The Kamadeva of Vrindavan himself flatters your maidservants, longing for the festival of your favour. Daughter of Vrishabhanu, from whose lotus feet flow waves of deep joy and love, I always bow to your feet.

यज्जापः सकृदेव गोकुलपतेराकर्षकस्तत्क्षणा
द्यत्र प्रेमवतां समस्तपुरुषार्थेषु स्फुरेत्तुच्छता ।
यन्नामाङ्कितमन्त्रजापनपरः प्रीत्या स्वयं माधवः
श्रीकृष्णोऽपि तदद्भुतं स्फुरतु मे राधेति वर्णद्वयम् ॥ ९४ ॥ (94)

yajjaapah sakrideva gokulapateraakarshakastatkshanaa
dyatra premavataam samastapurushaartheshu sphurettuchchhataa
yannaamaankitamantrajaapanaparah preetyaa svayam maadhavah
shreekrishno'pi tadadbhutam sphuratu me raadheti varnadvayam

Said even once it draws the lord of Gokul at once; to lovers it makes every other goal seem small; Madhava himself lovingly repeats the mantra marked with it. May those two wondrous syllables, "Radha", shine in my heart.

कालिन्दीतटकुञ्जमन्दिरगतो योगीन्द्रवद्यत्पद
ज्योतिर्ध्यानपरः सदा जपति यां प्रेमाश्रुपूर्णो हरिः ।
केनाप्यद्भुतमुल्लसद्रतिरसानन्देन सम्मोहिता
सा राधेति सदा स्फुरतु मे विद्या परा द्व्यक्षरा ॥ ९५ ॥ (95)

kaalindeetatakunjamandiragato yogeendravadyatpada
jyotirdhyaanaparah sadaa japati yaam premaashrupoorno harih
kenaapyadbhutamullasadratirasaanandena sammohitaa
saa raadheti sadaa sphuratu me vidyaa paraa dvyaksharaa

Seated in a grove-temple on the Yamuna's bank, Hari meditates like a yogi on the light of her feet and, eyes full of tears, always chants her name. May that supreme knowledge of two syllables, "Radha", always shine in me.

देवानामथ भक्तमुक्तसुहृदामत्यन्तदूरं च यत्
प्रेमानन्दरसं महासुखकरं चोच्चारितं प्रेमतः ।
प्रेम्णाकर्णयते जपत्यथ मुदा गायत्यथालिष्वयं
जल्पत्यश्रुमुखो हरिस्तदमृतं राधेति मे जीवनम् ॥ ९६ ॥ (96)

devaanaamatha bhaktamuktasuhridaamatyantadooram cha yat
premaanandarasam mahaasukhakaram chochchaaritam prematah
premnaakarnayate japatyatha mudaa gaayatyathaalishvayam
jalpatyashrumukho haristadamritam raadheti me jeevanam

Far beyond gods, devotees, the liberated, and even Krishna's friends, full of the joy of love and blissful to speak: Hari himself hears it, chants it, sings it among the sakhis and murmurs it with tears. That nectar, "Radha", is my life.

या वाराधयति प्रियं व्रजमणिं प्रौढानुरागोत्सवैः
संसिध्यन्ति यदाश्रयेण हि परं गोविन्दसख्युत्सुकाः ।
यत्सिद्धिः परमापदैकरसवत्याराधनात्ते नु सा
श्रीराधा श्रुतिमौलिशेखरलता नाम्नी मम प्रीयताम् ॥ ९७ ॥ (97)

yaa vaaraadhayati priyam vrajamanim praudhaanuraagotsavaih
samsidhyanti yadaashrayena hi param govindasakhyutsukaah
yatsiddhih paramaapadaikarasavatyaaraadhanaatte nu saa
shreeraadhaa shrutimaulishekharalataa naamnee mama preeyataam

She worships her beloved, the jewel of Braj, with mature love, and those who long for Govinda's friendship reach perfection by taking refuge in her. May Shri Radha, the crowning vine of the Vedas, be pleased with me.

गात्रे कोटितडिच्छवि प्रविततानन्दच्छवि श्रीमुखे
बिम्बोष्ठे नवविद्रुमच्छवि करे सत्पल्लवैकच्छवि ।
हेमाम्भोरुहकुड्मलच्छवि कुचद्वन्द्वेऽरविन्देक्षणं
वन्दे तन्नवकुञ्जकेलिमधुरं राधाभिधानं महः ॥ ९८ ॥ (98)

gaatre kotitadichchhavi pravitataanandachchhavi shreemukhe
bimboshthe navavidrumachchhavi kare satpallavaikachchhavi
hemaambhoruhakudmalachchhavi kuchadvandve'ravindekshanam
vande tannavakunjakelimadhuram raadhaabhidhaanam mahah

Her body shines like millions of lightning flashes, her face spreads joy, her lips glow like new coral, her hands like fresh leaves, her eyes like lotuses. I bow to that light called Radha, sweet with the play of the new groves.

मुक्तापङ्क्तिप्रतिमदशना चारुबिम्बाधरोष्ठी
मध्ये क्षामा नवनवरसावर्तगम्भीरनाभिः ।
पीनश्रोणिस्तरुणिमसमुन्मेषलावण्यसिन्धु
र्वैदग्धीनां किमपि हृदयं नागरी पातु राधा ॥ ९९ ॥ (99)

muktaapanktipratimadashanaa chaarubimbaadharoshthee
madhye kshaamaa navanavarasaavartagambheeranaabhih
peenashronistarunimasamunmeshalaavanyasindhu
rvaidagdheenaam kimapi hridayam naagaree paatu raadhaa

Teeth like a row of pearls, lovely red lips, a slender waist, a deep navel like a whirlpool of ever-new rasa, an ocean of the beauty of blossoming youth: may Radha, the very heart of all grace and skill, protect me.

स्निग्धाकुञ्चितनीलकेशि विदलद्बिम्बोष्ठि चन्द्रानने
खेलत्खञ्जनगञ्जनाक्षि रुचिमन्नासाग्रमुक्ताफले ।
पीनश्रोणि तनूदरि स्तनतटीवृत्तच्छटात्यद्भुते
राधे श्रीभुजवल्लिचारुवलये स्वं रूपमाविष्कुरु ॥ १०० ॥ (100)

snigdhaakunchitaneelakeshi vidaladbimboshthi chandraanane
khelatkhanjanaganjanaakshi ruchimannaasaagramuktaaphale
peenashroni tanoodari stanatateevrittachchhataatyadbhute
raadhe shreebhujavallichaaruvalaye svam roopamaavishkuru

O you with soft, curling dark hair, red lips and moonlike face, eyes that outdo the darting wagtail, a pearl at the tip of your nose, a slender form and lovely bangled arms: Radhe, reveal your own form to me.

लज्जान्तःपटमारचय्य रचितस्मायप्रसूनाञ्जलौ
राधाङ्गे नवरङ्गधाम्नि ललितप्रस्तावने यौवने ।
श्रोणीहेमवरासने स्मरनृपेणाध्यासिते मोहने
लीलापाङ्गविचित्रताण्डवकलापाण्डित्यमुन्मीलति ॥ १०१ ॥ (101)

lajjaantahpatamaarachayya rachitasmaayaprasoonaanjalau
raadhaange navarangadhaamni lalitaprastaavane yauvane
shroneehemavaraasane smaranripenaadhyaasite mohane
leelaapaangavichitrataandavakalaapaandityamunmeelati

In the newly blossomed form of Radha, where youth's lovely prelude begins behind a curtain of shyness and smiles are offered like flowers, Kamadeva sits on a golden throne, and her playful glances show a mastery of the art of dance.

सा लावण्यचमत्कृतिर्नववयो रूपं च तन्मोहनं
तत्तत्केलिकलाविलासलहरीचातुर्यमाश्चर्यभूः ।
नो किञ्चित्कृतमेव यत्र न नुतिर्नागो न वा सम्भ्रमो
राधामाधवयोः स कोऽपि सहजः प्रेमोत्सवः पातु वः ॥ १०२ ॥ (102)

saa laavanyachamatkritirnavavayo roopam cha tanmohanam
tattatkelikalaavilaasalahareechaaturyamaashcharyabhooh
no kinchitkritameva yatra na nutirnaago na vaa sambhramo
raadhaamaadhavayoh sa ko'pi sahajah premotsavah paatu vah

That wonder of beauty, that new youth and enchanting form, that skill in waves of play: a natural festival of love between Radha and Madhava, where nothing is planned, no praise, no fault and no hesitation, may it protect you.

येषां प्रेक्षां वितरति नवोदारगाढानुरागा
न्मेघश्यामो मधुरमधुरानन्दमूर्तिर्मुकुन्दः ।
वृन्दाटव्यां सुमहिमचमत्कारकारीण्यहो किं
तानि प्रेक्षेऽद्भुतरसनिधानानि राधापदानि ॥ १०३ ॥ (103)

yeshaam prekshaam vitarati navodaaragaadhaanuraagaa
nmeghashyaamo madhuramadhuraanandamoortirmukundah
vrindaatavyaam sumahimachamatkaarakaareenyaho kim
taani prekshe'dbhutarasanidhaanaani raadhaapadaani

Even Mukunda, dark as a rain cloud and the very form of sweet joy, longs with deep new love to see them. Will I ever see those feet of Radha, wondrous treasures of rasa that work miracles in Vrindavan?

बलान्नीत्वा तल्पं किमपि परिरभ्याधरसुधां
निपीय प्रोल्लिख्य प्रखरनखरेण स्तनभरम् ।
ततो नीवीं न्यस्ते रसिकमणिना त्वत्करधृते
कदा कुञ्जच्छिद्रे भवतु मम राधेऽनुनयनम् ॥ १०४ ॥ (104)

balaanneetvaa talpam kimapi parirabhyaadharasudhaam
nipeeya prollikhya prakharanakharena stanabharam
tato neeveem nyaste rasikamaninaa tvatkaradhrite
kadaa kunjachchhidre bhavatu mama raadhe'nunayanam

In the language of the hidden pastimes, the poet, as a sakhi who delights only in her mistress's joy, longs to witness through a gap in the grove the intimate love of Radha and her beloved.

करं ते पत्रालिं किमपि कुचयोः कर्तुमुचितं
पदं ते कुञ्जेषु प्रियमभिसरन्त्या अभिसृतौ ।
दृशौ कुञ्जच्छिद्रैस्तव निभृतकेलिं कलयितुं
यदा वीक्षे राधे तदपि भविता किं शुभदिनम् ॥ १०५ ॥ (105)

karam te patraalim kimapi kuchayoh kartumuchitam
padam te kunjeshu priyamabhisarantyaa abhisritau
drishau kunjachchhidraistava nibhritakelim kalayitum
yadaa veekshe raadhe tadapi bhavitaa kim shubhadinam

Radhe, when will that blessed day come when I see my hands fit to decorate you, my feet fit to follow you as you go to meet your beloved, and my eyes fit to glimpse your secret play through the grove?

रहोगोष्ठीं श्रोतुं तव निजविटेन्द्रेण ललितां
करे धृत्वा त्वां वा नवरमणतल्पे घटयितुम् ।
रतामर्दस्रस्तं कचभरमथो संयमयितुं
विदध्याः श्रीराधे मम किमधिकारोत्सवरसम् ॥ १०६ ॥ (106)

rahogoshtheem shrotum tava nijavitendrena lalitaam
kare dhritvaa tvaam vaa navaramanatalpe ghatayitum
rataamardasrastam kachabharamatho samyamayitum
vidadhyaah shreeraadhe mama kimadhikaarotsavarasam

Shri Radhe, will you grant me the joyful privilege of hearing your sweet private talk with your beloved, of leading you by the hand to the new bed of flowers, and of tying up your loosened hair afterwards?

वृन्दाटव्यां नवनवरसानन्दपुञ्जे निकुञ्जे
गुञ्जद्भृङ्गीकुलमुखरिते मञ्जुमञ्जुप्रहासैः ।
अन्योन्यक्षेपणनिचयनप्राप्तसङ्गोपनाद्यैः
क्रीडज्जीयाद्रसिकमिथुनं क्लृप्तकेलीकदम्बम् ॥ १०७ ॥ (107)

vrindaatavyaam navanavarasaanandapunje nikunje
gunjadbhringeekulamukharite manjumanjuprahaasaih
anyonyakshepananichayanapraaptasangopanaadyaih
kreedajjeeyaadrasikamithunam klriptakeleekadambam

In the grove of Vrindavan, full of ever-new joy and humming with bees, the loving couple play, laughing sweetly, throwing things to each other, catching and hiding them. Glory to that playful pair.

रूपं शारदचन्द्रकोटिवदने धम्मिल्लमल्लीस्रजा
मामोदैर्विकलीकृतालिपटले राधे कदा तेऽद्भुतम् ।
ग्रैवेयोज्ज्वलकम्बुकण्ठि मृदुदोर्वल्लीचलत्कङ्कणे
वीक्षे पट्टदुकूलवासिनि रणन्मञ्जीरपादाम्बुजे ॥ १०८ ॥ (108)

roopam shaaradachandrakotivadane dhammillamalleesrajaa
maamodairvikaleekritaalipatale raadhe kadaa te'dbhutam
graiveyojjvalakambukanthi mridudorvalleechalatkankane
veekshe pattadukoolavaasini rananmanjeerapaadaambuje

Radha, face like millions of autumn moons, your hair braided with jasmine that drives the bees wild, your throat bright with necklaces, soft arms with jingling bangles, dressed in silk, anklets ringing: when will I see your wondrous form?

इतो भयमितस्त्रपा कुलमितो यशः श्रीरितो
हिनस्त्यखिलशृङ्खलामपि सखीनिवासस्त्वया ।
सगद्गदमुदीरितं सुबहुमोहनाकाङ्क्षया
कथं कथमयीश्वरि प्रहसितैः कदा म्रेड्यसे ॥ १०९ ॥ (109)

ito bhayamitastrapaa kulamito yashah shreerito
hinastyakhilashrinkhalaamapi sakheenivaasastvayaa
sagadgadamudeeritam subahumohanaakaankshayaa
katham kathamayeeshvari prahasitaih kadaa mredyase

"For your sake, Sakhinivas has broken every chain: fear, shyness, family, fame and fortune." When I say this to you with a choked voice, longing for Mohan, when will you laugh and ask me again and again, "What? What?"

श्यामे चाटुरुतानि कुर्वति सहालापान्प्रणेत्री मया
गृह्णाने च दुकूलपल्लवमहो हुङ्कृत्य मां द्रक्ष्यसि ।
बिभ्राणे भुजवल्लिमुल्लसितया रोमस्रजालङ्कृतां
दृष्ट्वा त्वां रसलीनमूर्तिमथ किं पश्यामि हास्यं ततः ॥ ११० ॥ (110)

shyaame chaaturutaani kurvati sahaalaapaanpranetree mayaa
grihnaane cha dukoolapallavamaho hunkritya maam drakshyasi
bibhraane bhujavallimullasitayaa romasrajaalankritaam
drishtvaa tvaam rasaleenamoortimatha kim pashyaami haasyam tatah

While Shyam flatters you and you talk with me, he catches the edge of your cloth, and with a "hmph" you look at me; when he takes your arm and you thrill with joy, will I then see you lost in love, and afterwards your laughter?

अहो रसिकशेखरः स्फुरति कोऽपि वृन्दावने
निकुञ्जनवनागरीकुचकिशोरकेलिप्रियः ।
करोतु स कृपां सखीप्रकटपूर्णनत्युत्सवो
निजप्रियतमापदे रसमये ददातु स्थितिम् ॥ १११ ॥ (111)

aho rasikashekharah sphurati ko'pi vrindaavane
nikunjanavanaagareekuchakishorakelipriyah
karotu sa kripaam sakheeprakatapoornanatyutsavo
nijapriyatamaapade rasamaye dadaatu sthitim

Ah, some crown of lovers shines in Vrindavan, delighting in play with the young lady of the grove, and happiest when bowing openly to her sakhis. May he be kind and give me a firm place at his beloved's feet, full of rasa.

विचित्रवरभूषणोज्ज्वलदुकूलसत्कञ्चुकैः
सखीभिरतिभूषिता तिलकगन्धमाल्यैरपि ।
स्वयं च सकलाकलासु कुशलीकृता नः कदा
सुरासमधुरोत्सवे किमपि वेशयेत्स्वामिनी ॥ ११२ ॥ (112)

vichitravarabhooshanojjvaladukoolasatkanchukaih
sakheebhiratibhooshitaa tilakagandhamaalyairapi
svayam cha sakalaakalaasu kushaleekritaa nah kadaa
suraasamadhurotsave kimapi veshayetsvaaminee

Adorned by her sakhis with fine jewels, bright silks, bodices, tilak, perfume and garlands, and having herself taught us every art, when will our mistress bring us into the sweet festival of the rasa?

कदा सुमणिकिङ्किणीवलयनूपुरप्रोल्लसन्
महामधुरमण्डलाद्भुतविलासरासोत्सवे ।
अपि प्रणयिनो बृहद्भुजगृहीतकण्ठ्यो वयं
परं निजरसेश्वरीचरणलक्ष्म वीक्षामहे ॥ ११३ ॥ (113)

kadaa sumanikinkineevalayanoopuraprollasan
mahaamadhuramandalaadbhutavilaasaraasotsave
api pranayino brihadbhujagriheetakanthyo vayam
param nijaraseshvareecharanalakshma veekshaamahe

In the wondrous rasa festival, bright with jewelled girdles, bangles and anklets, even with our necks held in the strong arms of our lover, when will we look only for the footprints of our own queen of rasa?

यद्गोविन्दकथासुधारसह्रदे चेतो मया जृम्भितं
यद्वा तद्गुणकीर्तनार्चनविभूषाद्यैर्दिनं प्रापितम् ।
यद्यत्प्रीतिरकारि तत्प्रियजनेष्वात्यन्तिकी तेन मे
गोपेन्द्रात्मजजीवनप्रणयिनी श्रीराधिका तुष्यतु ॥ ११४ ॥ (114)

yadgovindakathaasudhaarasahrade cheto mayaa jrimbhitam
yadvaa tadgunakeertanaarchanavibhooshaadyairdinam praapitam
yadyatpreetirakaari tatpriyajaneshvaatyantikee tena me
gopendraatmajajeevanapranayinee shreeraadhikaa tushyatu

Whatever I have done, whether immersing my mind in the nectar of Govinda's stories, spending my days singing his qualities, worshipping and adorning him, or loving his dear ones, by all of it may Shri Radhika, beloved of Krishna's life, be pleased with me.

रहो दास्यं तस्याः किमपि वृषभानोर्व्रजवरी
यसः पुत्र्याः पूर्णप्रणयरसमूर्तेर्यदि लभे ।
तदा नः किं धर्मैः किमु सुरगणैः किञ्च विधिना
किमीशेन श्यामप्रियमिलनयत्नैरपि च किम् ॥ ११५ ॥ (115)

raho daasyam tasyaah kimapi vrishabhaanorvrajavaree
yasah putryaah poornapranayarasamoorteryadi labhe
tadaa nah kim dharmaih kimu suraganaih kincha vidhinaa
kimeeshena shyaamapriyamilanayatnairapi cha kim

If I gain secret service to the daughter of Vrishabhanu, best of Braj, the very form of full love, then what need do I have of dharma, of the gods, of Brahma, of Shiva, or even of efforts to meet Shyam?

चन्द्रास्ये हरिणाक्षि देवि सुनसे शोणाधरे सुस्मिते
चिल्लक्ष्मीभुजवल्लि कम्बुरुचिरग्रीवे गिरीन्द्रस्तनि ।
भज्यन्मध्यबृहन्नितम्बकदलीखण्डोरुपादाम्बुजे
प्रोन्मीलन्नखचन्द्रमण्डलि कदा राधे मयाराध्यसे ॥ ११६ ॥ (116)

chandraasye harinaakshi devi sunase shonaadhare susmite
chillakshmeebhujavalli kamburuchiragreeve gireendrastani
bhajyanmadhyabrihannitambakadaleekhandorupaadaambuje
pronmeelannakhachandramandali kadaa raadhe mayaaraadhyase

Moon-faced, doe-eyed goddess with a lovely nose, red lips and a gentle smile, graceful arms and a conch-like neck, slender waist, lotus feet with toenails shining like moons: Radhe, when will I worship you?

राधापादसरोजभक्तिमचलामुद्वीक्ष्य निष्कैतवां
प्रीतः स्वं भजतोऽपि निर्भरमहाप्रेम्णाधिकं सर्वशः ।
आलिङ्गत्यथ चुम्बति स्ववदनात्ताम्बूलमास्येऽर्पयेत्
कण्ठे स्वां वनमालिकामपि मम न्यस्येत्कदा मोहनः ॥ ११७ ॥ (117)

raadhaapaadasarojabhaktimachalaamudveekshya nishkaitavaam
preetah svam bhajato'pi nirbharamahaapremnaadhikam sarvashah
aalingatyatha chumbati svavadanaattaamboolamaasye'rpayet
kanthe svaam vanamaalikaamapi mama nyasyetkadaa mohanah

Seeing my steady, sincere devotion to Radha's lotus feet, Mohan will be pleased and, with great love, embrace me, give me betel from his own mouth and put his own forest garland around my neck. When will that be?

लावण्यं परमाद्भुतं रतिकलाचातुर्यमत्यद्भुतं
कान्तिः कापि महाद्भुता वरतनोर्लीलागतिश्चाद्भुता ।
दृग्भङ्गी पुनरद्भुताद्भुततमा यस्याः स्मितं चाद्भुतं
सा राधाद्भुतमूर्तिरद्भुतरसं दास्यं कदा दास्यति ॥ ११८ ॥ (118)

laavanyam paramaadbhutam ratikalaachaaturyamatyadbhutam
kaantih kaapi mahaadbhutaa varatanorleelaagatishchaadbhutaa
drigbhangee punaradbhutaadbhutatamaa yasyaah smitam chaadbhutam
saa raadhaadbhutamoortiradbhutarasam daasyam kadaa daasyati

Her beauty is wondrous, her skill in love more wondrous, her radiance and playful walk wondrous, her glance most wondrous of all, her smile wondrous too. When will that wondrous Radha grant me her wondrous service?

भ्रमद्भ्रुकुटिसुन्दरं स्फुरितचारुबिम्बाधरं
ग्रहे मधुरहुङ्कृतं प्रणयकेलिकोपाकुलम् ।
महारसिकमौलिना सभयकौतुकं वीक्षितं
स्मरामि तव राधिके रतिकलासुखं श्रीमुखम् ॥ ११९ ॥ (119)

bhramadbhrukutisundaram sphuritachaarubimbaadharam
grahe madhurahunkritam pranayakelikopaakulam
mahaarasikamaulinaa sabhayakautukam veekshitam
smaraami tava raadhike ratikalaasukham shreemukham

Radhike, I remember your face, lovely with dancing brows and quivering red lips, making a sweet "hmph" when held, playfully cross in love, watched by the crown of lovers with fear and delight.

उन्मीलन्मुकुटच्छटापरिलसद्दिक्चक्रवालं स्फुरत्
केयूराङ्गदहारकङ्कणघटानिर्धूतरत्नच्छवि ।
श्रोणीमण्डलकिङ्किणीकलरवं मञ्जीरमञ्जुध्वनिं
श्रीमत्पादसरोरुहं भज मनो राधाभिधानं महः ॥ १२० ॥ (120)

unmeelanmukutachchhataaparilasaddikchakravaalam sphurat
keyooraangadahaarakankanaghataanirdhootaratnachchhavi
shroneemandalakinkineekalaravam manjeeramanjudhvanim
shreematpaadasaroruham bhaja mano raadhaabhidhaanam mahah

O mind, worship the light called Radha: her crown lights up all directions, her armlets, necklaces and bangles outshine jewels, her girdle tinkles and her anklets ring sweetly at her lovely lotus feet.

श्यामामण्डलमौलिमण्डनमणिः श्यामानुरागस्फुर
द्रोमोद्भेदविभाविताकृतिरहो काश्मीरगौरच्छविः ।
सातीवोन्मदकामकेलितरला मां पातु मन्दस्मिता
मन्दारद्रुमकुञ्जमन्दिरगता गोविन्दपट्टेश्वरी ॥ १२१ ॥ (121)

shyaamaamandalamaulimandanamanih shyaamaanuraagasphura
dromodbhedavibhaavitaakritiraho kaashmeeragaurachchhavih
saateevonmadakaamakelitaralaa maam paatu mandasmitaa
mandaaradrumakunjamandiragataa govindapatteshvaree

She is the jewel adorning the crown of all young women, thrilling with love for Shyam, golden like saffron, playful in love, gently smiling, in a temple-grove of mandara trees: may Govinda's chief queen protect me.

उपास्यचरणाम्बुजे व्रजभृतां किशोरीगणै
र्महद्भिरपि पूरुषैरपरिभाव्यभावोत्सवे ।
अगाधरसधामनि स्वपदपद्मसेवाविधौ
विधेहि मधुरोज्ज्वलामिव कृतिं ममाधीश्वरि ॥ १२२ ॥ (122)

upaasyacharanaambuje vrajabhritaam kishoreeganai
rmahadbhirapi poorushairaparibhaavyabhaavotsave
agaadharasadhaamani svapadapadmasevaavidhau
vidhehi madhurojjvalaamiva kritim mamaadheeshvari

Your lotus feet are worshipped by the young girls of Braj; your loving joy is beyond the imagining even of great souls. Mistress, deep home of rasa, give me some sweet, bright duty in the service of your lotus feet.

आनम्राननचन्द्रमीरितदृगापाङ्गच्छटामन्थरं
किञ्चिद्दर्शिशिरोऽवगुण्ठनपटं लीलाविलासावधिम् ।
उन्नीयालकमञ्जरीः कररुहैरालक्ष्य सन्नागर
स्याङ्गेऽङ्गं तव राधिके सचकितालोकं कदा लोकये ॥ १२३ ॥ (123)

aanamraananachandrameeritadrigaapaangachchhataamantharam
kinchiddarshishiro'vagunthanapatam leelaavilaasaavadhim
unneeyaalakamanjareeh kararuhairaalakshya sannaagara
syaange'ngam tava raadhike sachakitaalokam kadaa lokaye

When will I see your startled glance, Radhike, as I lift your curls with my fingertips: face bowed, eyes slowly glancing sideways, your veil drawn just a little, held close in your beloved's arms?

राकाचन्द्रो वराको यदनुपमरसानन्दकन्दाननेन्दो
स्तत्तादृक्चन्द्रिकाया अपि किमपि कलामात्रकस्याणुतोऽपि ।
यस्याः शोणाधरश्रीविधृतनवसुधामाधुरीसारसिन्धुः
सा राधा कामबाधाविधुरमधुपतिप्राणदा प्रीयतां नः ॥ १२४ ॥ (124)

raakaachandro varaako yadanupamarasaanandakandaananendo
stattaadrikchandrikaayaa api kimapi kalaamaatrakasyaanuto'pi
yasyaah shonaadharashreevidhritanavasudhaamaadhureesaarasindhuh
saa raadhaa kaamabaadhaavidhuramadhupatipraanadaa preeyataam nah

Next to the moon of her face, the full moon is a poor thing, not even a speck of a part of its light. May Radha, whose red lips hold an ocean of fresh nectar, who gives life to Krishna when he is pained by longing, be pleased with us.

राकानेकविचित्रचन्द्र उदितः प्रेमामृतज्योतिषां
वीचीभिः परिपूरयेदगणितब्रह्माण्डकोटिं यदि ।
वृन्दारण्यनिकुञ्जसीमनि तदाभासः परं लक्ष्यसे
भावेनैव यदा तदैव तुलये राधे तव श्रीमुखम् ॥ १२५ ॥ (125)

raakaanekavichitrachandra uditah premaamritajyotishaam
veecheebhih paripoorayedaganitabrahmaandakotim yadi
vrindaaranyanikunjaseemani tadaabhaasah param lakshyase
bhaavenaiva yadaa tadaiva tulaye raadhe tava shreemukham

If many wondrous full moons rose and flooded millions of universes with waves of the light of love, and you saw their reflection in Vrindavan's groves with feeling, only then, Radhe, could I compare your face to them.

कालिन्दीकूलकल्पद्रुमतलनिलयप्रोल्लसत्केलिकन्दा
वृन्दाटव्यां सदैव प्रकटतररहोवल्लवीभावभव्या ।
भक्तानां हृत्सरोजे मधुररससुधास्यन्दिपादारविन्दा
सान्द्रानन्दाकृतिर्नः स्फुरतु नवनवप्रेमलक्ष्मीरमन्दा ॥ १२६ ॥ (126)

kaalindeekoolakalpadrumatalanilayaprollasatkelikandaa
vrindaatavyaam sadaiva prakatatararahovallaveebhaavabhavyaa
bhaktaanaam hritsaroje madhurarasasudhaasyandipaadaaravindaa
saandraanandaakritirnah sphuratu navanavapremalakshmeeramandaa

Source of the play that blossoms under the wish-trees on the Yamuna's bank, ever present in Vrindavan, lovely with the feelings of the gopis, whose lotus feet pour sweet nectar into devotees' hearts: may that ever-new goddess of love shine in us.

शुद्धप्रेमैकलीलानिधिरहह महातङ्कमङ्कस्थितेऽपि
प्रेष्ठे बिभ्रत्यदभ्रस्फुरदतुलकृपास्नेहमाधुर्यमूर्तिः ।
प्राणालीकोटिनीराजितपदसुषमामाधुरी माधवेन
श्रीराधा मामगाधामृतरसभरिते कर्हि दास्येऽभिषिञ्चेत् ॥ १२७ ॥ (127)

shuddhapremaikaleelaanidhirahaha mahaatankamankasthite'pi
preshthe bibhratyadabhrasphuradatulakripaasnehamaadhuryamoortih
praanaaleekotineeraajitapadasushamaamaadhuree maadhavena
shreeraadhaa maamagaadhaamritarasabharite karhi daasye'bhishinchet

Treasure of pure love, she fears separation even in her beloved's lap; a form of boundless mercy, affection and sweetness, whose feet Madhava worships with millions of lives. When will Shri Radha bathe me in the nectar of her service?

वृन्दारण्यनिकुञ्जसीमसु सदा स्वानङ्गरङ्गोत्सवै
र्माद्यत्यद्भुतमाधवाधरसुधामाध्वीकसंस्वादनैः ।
गोविन्दप्रियवर्गदुर्गमसखीवृन्दैरनालक्षिता
दास्यं दास्यति मे कदा नु कृपया वृन्दावनाधीश्वरी ॥ १२८ ॥ (128)

vrindaaranyanikunjaseemasu sadaa svaanangarangotsavai
rmaadyatyadbhutamaadhavaadharasudhaamaadhveekasamsvaadanaih
govindapriyavargadurgamasakheevrindairanaalakshitaa
daasyam daasyati me kadaa nu kripayaa vrindaavanaadheeshvaree

In the groves of Vrindavan she is always rapt in festivals of love, tasting the nectar of Madhava's lips; unseen even by Govinda's dearest friends. When will the queen of Vrindavan mercifully grant me her service?

मल्लीदामनिबद्धचारुकबरं सिन्दूररेखोल्लस
त्सीमन्तं नवरत्नचित्रतिलकं गण्डोल्लसत्कुण्डलम् ।
निष्कग्रीवमुदारहारमरुणं बिभ्रद्दुकूलं नवं
विद्युत्कोटिनिभं स्मरोत्सवमयं राधाख्यमीक्षे महः ॥ १२९ ॥ (129)

malleedaamanibaddhachaarukabaram sindoorarekhollasa
tseemantam navaratnachitratilakam gandollasatkundalam
nishkagreevamudaarahaaramarunam bibhraddukoolam navam
vidyutkotinibham smarotsavamayam raadhaakhyameekshe mahah

Braid tied with jasmine, a line of sindoor in her parting, jewelled tilak, earrings on her cheeks, a necklace and pendant at her throat, a new red silk cloth, bright as millions of lightning flashes: I behold the light called Radha.

प्रेमोल्लासैकसीमा परमरसचमत्कारवैचित्र्यसीमा
सौन्दर्यस्यैकसीमा किमपि नववयोरूपलावण्यसीमा ।
लीलामाधुर्यसीमा निजजनपरमोदारवात्सल्यसीमा
सा राधा सौख्यसीमा जयति रतिकलाकेलिमाधुर्यसीमा ॥ १३० ॥ (130)

premollaasaikaseemaa paramarasachamatkaaravaichitryaseemaa
saundaryasyaikaseemaa kimapi navavayoroopalaavanyaseemaa
leelaamaadhuryaseemaa nijajanaparamodaaravaatsalyaseemaa
saa raadhaa saukhyaseemaa jayati ratikalaakelimaadhuryaseemaa

The limit of love's joy, of wonder, of beauty, of youth and grace, of playful sweetness, of generosity and affection to her own people, and of happiness and love's art: glory to Radha, the furthest limit of all.

यस्यास्तत्सुकुमारसुन्दरपदोन्मीलन्नखेन्दुच्छटा
लावण्यैकलवोपजीवि सकलश्यामामणीमण्डलम् ।
शुद्धप्रेमविलासमूर्तिरधिकोन्मीलन्महामाधुरी
धारासारधुरीणकेलिविभवा सा राधिका मे गतिः ॥ १३१ ॥ (131)

yasyaastatsukumaarasundarapadonmeelannakhenduchchhataa
laavanyaikalavopajeevi sakalashyaamaamaneemandalam
shuddhapremavilaasamoortiradhikonmeelanmahaamaadhuree
dhaaraasaaradhureenakelivibhavaa saa raadhikaa me gatih

A single ray of beauty from the moons of her toenails is the life of all the jewel-like women; she is the form of pure love, overflowing with sweetness and rich in play. That Radhika is my only refuge.

कलिन्दगिरिनन्दिनीसलिलबिन्दुसन्दोहभृ
न्मृदूद्गतिरतिश्रमं मिथुनमद्भुतक्रीडया ।
अमन्दरसतुन्दिलं भ्रमरवृन्दवृन्दाटवी
निकुञ्जवरमन्दिरे किमपि सुन्दरं नन्दति ॥ १३२ ॥ (132)

kalindagirinandineesalilabindusandohabhri
nmridoodgatiratishramam mithunamadbhutakreedayaa
amandarasatundilam bhramaravrindavrindaatavee
nikunjavaramandire kimapi sundaram nandati

Wet with spray from the Yamuna and tired from their wondrous play, the couple, heavy with endless rasa, delight in a lovely grove-temple of Vrindavan, humming with bees.

व्याकोशेन्दीवरविकसितामन्दहेमारविन्दं
श्रीमन्निस्यन्दनरतिरसान्दोलि कन्दर्पकेलि ।
वृन्दारण्ये नवरससुधास्यन्दिपादारविन्दं
ज्योतिर्द्वन्द्वं किमपि परमानन्दकन्दं चकास्ति ॥ १३३ ॥ (133)

vyaakoshendeevaravikasitaamandahemaaravindam
shreemannisyandanaratirasaandoli kandarpakeli
vrindaaranye navarasasudhaasyandipaadaaravindam
jyotirdvandvam kimapi paramaanandakandam chakaasti

Like a blue lotus beside a golden one in full bloom, swaying in the joy of love, their lotus feet pouring fresh nectar in Vrindavan, a twin light, the root of supreme bliss, is shining.

ताम्बूलं क्वचदर्पयामि चरणौ संवाहयामि क्वचि
न्मालाद्यैः परिमण्डये क्वचिदहो संवीजयामि क्वचित् ।
कर्पूरादिसुवासितं क्व च पुनः सुस्वादु चाम्भोऽमृतं
पायाम्येव गृहे कदा खलु भजे श्रीराधिकामाधवौ ॥ १३४ ॥ (134)

taamboolam kvachadarpayaami charanau samvaahayaami kvachi
nmaalaadyaih parimandaye kvachidaho samveejayaami kvachit
karpooraadisuvaasitam kva cha punah susvaadu chaambho'mritam
paayaamyeva grihe kadaa khalu bhaje shreeraadhikaamaadhavau

Sometimes offering betel, sometimes pressing their feet, sometimes adorning them with garlands, sometimes fanning them, sometimes giving them sweet water scented with camphor: when will I surely serve Shri Radhika and Madhava in their grove-house?

प्रत्यङ्गोच्छलदुज्ज्वलामृतरसप्रेमैकपूर्णाम्बुधि
र्लावण्यैकसुधानिधिः पुरुकृपावात्सल्यसाराम्बुधिः ।
तारुण्यप्रथमप्रवेशविलसन्माधुर्यसाम्राज्यभू
र्गुप्तः कोऽपि महानिधिर्विजयते राधा रसैकावधिः ॥ १३५ ॥ (135)

pratyangochchhaladujjvalaamritarasapremaikapoornaambudhi
rlaavanyaikasudhaanidhih purukripaavaatsalyasaaraambudhih
taarunyaprathamapraveshavilasanmaadhuryasaamraajyabhoo
rguptah ko'pi mahaanidhirvijayate raadhaa rasaikaavadhih

An ocean of love overflowing from every limb, a treasure of beauty, an ocean of mercy and tenderness, the kingdom of sweetness at the first touch of youth: that hidden great treasure, Radha, the one limit of rasa, is victorious.

यस्याः स्फूर्जत्पदनखमणिज्योतिरेकच्छटायाः
सान्द्रप्रेमामृतरसमहासिन्धुकोटिर्विलासः ।
सा चेद्राधा रचयति कृपादृष्टिपातं कदाचि
न्मुक्तिस्तुच्छी भवति बहुशः प्राकृताप्राकृतश्रीः ॥ १३६ ॥ (136)

yasyaah sphoorjatpadanakhamanijyotirekachchhataayaah
saandrapremaamritarasamahaasindhukotirvilaasah
saa chedraadhaa rachayati kripaadrishtipaatam kadaachi
nmuktistuchchhee bhavati bahushah praakritaapraakritashreeh

One ray from the gems of her toenails holds millions of oceans of love. If Radha ever casts a merciful glance on me, liberation and every worldly and divine splendour will seem small.

कदा वृन्दारण्ये मधुरमधुरानन्दरसदे
प्रियेश्वर्याः केलीभवननवकुञ्जानि मृगये ।
कदा श्रीराधायाः पदकमलमाध्वीकलहरी
परीवाहैश्चेतो मधुकरमधीरं मदयिता ॥ १३७ ॥ (137)

kadaa vrindaaranye madhuramadhuraanandarasade
priyeshvaryaah keleebhavananavakunjaani mrigaye
kadaa shreeraadhaayaah padakamalamaadhveekalaharee
pareevaahaishcheto madhukaramadheeram madayitaa

When will I search through the new groves of my beloved queen in Vrindavan, which gives the sweetest joy? When will the bee of my mind become restless and drunk on the honey flowing from Shri Radha's lotus feet?

राधाकेलिनिकुञ्जवीथिषु चरन्राधाभिधामुच्चर
न्राधाया अनुरूपमेव परमं धर्मं रसेनाचरन् ।
राधायाश्चरणाम्बुजं परिचरन्नानोपचारैर्मुदा
कर्हि स्यां श्रुतिशेखरोपरि चरन्नाश्चर्यचर्यां चरन् ॥ १३८ ॥ (138)

raadhaakelinikunjaveethishu charanraadhaabhidhaamuchchara
nraadhaayaa anuroopameva paramam dharmam rasenaacharan
raadhaayaashcharanaambujam paricharannaanopachaarairmudaa
karhi syaam shrutishekharopari charannaashcharyacharyaam charan

Walking the lanes of Radha's groves, calling her name, lovingly living the duty that befits her servant, serving her lotus feet with many offerings: when will I walk this wondrous path that goes beyond even the Vedas?

यातायातशतेन सङ्गमितयोरन्योन्यवक्त्रोल्लस
च्चन्द्रालोकनसम्प्रभूतबहुलानङ्गाम्बुधिक्षोभयोः ।
अन्तःकुञ्जकुटीरतल्पगतयोर्दिव्याद्भुतक्रीडयो
राधामाधवयोः कदा नु शृणुयां मञ्जीरकाञ्चीध्वनिम् ॥ १३९ ॥ (139)

yaataayaatashatena sangamitayoranyonyavaktrollasa
chchandraalokanasamprabhootabahulaanangaambudhikshobhayoh
antahkunjakuteeratalpagatayordivyaadbhutakreedayo
raadhaamaadhavayoh kadaa nu shrinuyaam manjeerakaancheedhvanim

After countless comings and goings they meet; seeing the moon of each other's face stirs an ocean of love; within the grove, on their bed, at their wondrous play: when will I hear the anklets and girdle of Radha and Madhava?

अहो भुवनमोहनं मधुरमाधवीमण्डपे
मधूत्सवसमुत्सुकं किमपि नीलपीतच्छवि ।
विदग्धमिथुनं मिथो दृढतरानुरागोल्लस
न्मदं मदयते कदा चिरतरं मदीयं मनः ॥ १४० ॥ (140)

aho bhuvanamohanam madhuramaadhaveemandape
madhootsavasamutsukam kimapi neelapeetachchhavi
vidagdhamithunam mitho dridhataraanuraagollasa
nmadam madayate kadaa chirataram madeeyam manah

Ah, the clever couple, blue and golden, enchanting the world, eager for the spring festival in a sweet madhavi bower, overflowing with love for each other: when will they make my mind drunk with joy for ever?

राधानामसुधारसं रसयितुं जिह्वास्तु मे विह्वला
पादौ तत्पदकाङ्कितासु चरतां वृन्दाटवीवीथिषु ।
तत्कर्मैव करः करोतु हृदयं तस्याः पदं ध्यायता
त्तद्भावोत्सवतः परं भवतु मे तत्प्राणनाथे रतिः ॥ १४१ ॥ (141)

raadhaanaamasudhaarasam rasayitum jihvaastu me vihvalaa
paadau tatpadakaankitaasu charataam vrindaataveeveethishu
tatkarmaiva karah karotu hridayam tasyaah padam dhyaayataa
ttadbhaavotsavatah param bhavatu me tatpraananaathe ratih

May my tongue be eager to taste the nectar of Radha's name, my feet walk the lanes of Vrindavan marked by her footprints, my hands do only her work, my heart meditate on her feet, and through her love may my love grow for her beloved.

मन्दीकृत्य मुकुन्दसुन्दरपदद्वन्द्वारविन्दामल
प्रेमानन्दममन्दमिन्दुतिलकाद्युन्मादकन्दं परम् ।
राधाकेलिकथारसाम्बुधिचलद्वीचीभिरान्दोलितं
वृन्दारण्यनिकुञ्जमन्दिरवरालिन्दे मनो नन्दतु ॥ १४२ ॥ (142)

mandeekritya mukundasundarapadadvandvaaravindaamala
premaanandamamandamindutilakaadyunmaadakandam param
raadhaakelikathaarasaambudhichaladveecheebhiraandolitam
vrindaaranyanikunjamandiravaraalinde mano nandatu

Setting aside even the pure joy of love for Mukunda's lotus feet, which maddens Shiva himself, may my mind rejoice on the veranda of a grove-temple in Vrindavan, rocked by the waves of the ocean of Radha's play.

राधानामैव कार्यं ह्यनुदिनमिलितं साधनाधीशकोटि
स्त्याज्यो नीराज्य राधापदकमलसुधां सत्पुमर्थाग्रकोटिः ।
राधापादाब्जलीलाभुवि जयति सदामन्दमन्दारकोटिः
श्रीराधाकिङ्करीणां लुठति चरणयोरद्भुता सिद्धिकोटिः ॥ १४३ ॥ (143)

raadhaanaamaiva kaaryam hyanudinamilitam saadhanaadheeshakoti
styaajyo neeraajya raadhaapadakamalasudhaam satpumarthaagrakotih
raadhaapaadaabjaleelaabhuvi jayati sadaamandamandaarakotih
shreeraadhaakinkareenaam luthati charanayoradbhutaa siddhikotih

Radha's name alone is to be done each day; millions of great practices may be set aside, and even the highest goals given up beside the nectar of her feet. Wish-trees thrive where her feet play, and countless powers roll at the feet of her maidservants.

मिथोभङ्गीकोटिप्रवहदनुरागामृतरसो
त्तरङ्गभ्रूभङ्गक्षुभितबहिरभ्यन्तरमहो ।
मदाघूर्णन्नेत्रं रचयति विचित्रं रतिकला
विलासं तत्कुञ्जे जयति नवकैशोरमिथुनम् ॥ १४४ ॥ (144)

mithobhangeekotipravahadanuraagaamritaraso
ttarangabhroobhangakshubhitabahirabhyantaramaho
madaaghoornannetram rachayati vichitram ratikalaa
vilaasam tatkunje jayati navakaishoramithunam

Love flows between them in countless gestures; waves of their brows stir them within and without; their eyes roll with delight as they create wondrous play. Glory to the young couple in that grove.

काचिद्वृन्दावननवलतामन्दिरे नन्दसूनो
र्दृप्यद्दोष्कन्दलदृढपरीरम्भनिस्पन्दगात्री ।
दिव्यानन्ताद्भुतरसकलाः कल्पयन्त्याविरास्ते
सान्द्रानन्दामृतरसघनप्रेममूर्तिः किशोरी ॥ १४५ ॥ (145)

kaachidvrindaavananavalataamandire nandasoono
rdripyaddoshkandaladridhapareerambhanispandagaatree
divyaanantaadbhutarasakalaah kalpayantyaaviraaste
saandraanandaamritarasaghanapremamoortih kishoree

In a new bower of Vrindavan, held still in the strong embrace of Nanda's son, a young lady unfolds endless arts of rasa: the very form of deep joy and love.

न जानीते लोकं न च निगमजातं कुलपर
म्परां वा नो जानात्यहह न सतां चापि चरितम् ।
रसं राधायामाभजति किल भावं व्रजमणौ
रहस्ये तद्यस्य स्थितिरपि न साधारणगतिः ॥ १४६ ॥ (146)

na jaaneete lokam na cha nigamajaatam kulapara
mparaam vaa no jaanaatyahaha na sataam chaapi charitam
rasam raadhaayaamaabhajati kila bhaavam vrajamanau
rahasye tadyasya sthitirapi na saadhaaranagatih

Such a devotee knows neither the world, nor the Vedas, nor family tradition, nor even the conduct of the saints. Whoever worships the rasa of Radha and the love of the jewel of Braj in secret, their state is not ordinary.

ब्रह्मानन्दैकवादाः कतिचन भगवद्वन्दनानन्दमत्ताः
केचिद्गोविन्दसख्याद्यनुपमपरमानन्दमन्ये स्वदन्ते ।
श्रीराधाकिङ्करीणां त्वखिलसुखचमत्कारसारैकसीमा
तत्पादाम्भोजराजन्नखमणिविलसज्ज्योतिरेकच्छटापि ॥ १४७ ॥ (147)

brahmaanandaikavaadaah katichana bhagavadvandanaanandamattaah
kechidgovindasakhyaadyanupamaparamaanandamanye svadante
shreeraadhaakinkareenaam tvakhilasukhachamatkaarasaaraikaseemaa
tatpaadaambhojaraajannakhamanivilasajjyotirekachchhataapi

Some speak only of the bliss of Brahman, some are lost in the joy of worshipping God, others taste the bliss of friendship with Govinda; but for Shri Radha's maidservants even one ray from her toenails is the very limit of every joy.

न देवैर्ब्रह्माद्यैर्न खलु हरिभक्तैर्न सुहृदा
दिभिर्यद्वै राधामधुपतिरहस्यं सुविदितम् ।
तयोर्दासीभूत्वा तदुपचितकेलीरसमये
दुरन्ताः प्रत्याशा हरि हरि दृशोर्गोचरयितुम् ॥ १४८ ॥ (148)

na devairbrahmaadyairna khalu haribhaktairna suhridaa
dibhiryadvai raadhaamadhupatirahasyam suviditam
tayordaaseebhootvaa tadupachitakeleerasamaye
durantaah pratyaashaa hari hari drishorgocharayitum

The secret of Radha and Madhava is not truly known to Brahma and the gods, nor to Hari's devotees, nor to his friends. Alas, I hold the impossible hope of seeing their play with my own eyes as their maidservant.

त्वयि श्यामे नित्ये प्रणयिनि विदग्धे रसनिधौ
प्रिये भूयो भूयः सुदृढमतिरागो भवतु मे ।
इति प्रेष्ठेनोक्ता रमण मम चित्ते तव वचो
वदन्तीति स्मेरा मम मनसि राधा विलसतु ॥ १४९ ॥ (149)

tvayi shyaame nitye pranayini vidagdhe rasanidhau
priye bhooyo bhooyah sudridhamatiraago bhavatu me
iti preshthenoktaa ramana mama chitte tava vacho
vadanteeti smeraa mama manasi raadhaa vilasatu

"Shyama, my eternal beloved, clever treasure of rasa, may my love for you grow firmer again and again," says her beloved; and smiling, she answers, "Dear one, those are the very words in my heart." May that Radha shine in my mind.

सदानन्दं वृन्दावननवलतामन्दिरवरे
ष्वमन्दैः कन्दर्पोन्मदरतिकलाकौतुकरसम् ।
किशोरं तज्ज्योतिर्युगलमतिघोरं मम भवं
ज्वलज्ज्वालं शीतैः स्वपदमकरन्दैः शमयतु ॥ १५० ॥ (150)

sadaanandam vrindaavananavalataamandiravare
shvamandaih kandarponmadaratikalaakautukarasam
kishoram tajjyotiryugalamatighoram mama bhavam
jvalajjvaalam sheetaih svapadamakarandaih shamayatu

In the lovely bowers of Vrindavan, ever joyful and full of the delight of love's play: may that youthful twin light cool the terrible burning fire of my worldly life with the honey of its feet.

उन्मीलन्नवमल्लिदामविलसद्धम्मिल्लभारे बृह
च्छ्रोणीमण्डलमेखलाकलरवे शिञ्जानमञ्जीरिणि ।
केयूराङ्गदकङ्कणावलिलसद्दोर्वल्लिदीप्तिच्छटे
हेमाम्भोरुहकुड्मलस्तनि कदा राधे दृशा पीयसे ॥ १५१ ॥ (151)

unmeelannavamallidaamavilasaddhammillabhaare briha
chchhroneemandalamekhalaakalarave shinjaanamanjeerini
keyooraangadakankanaavalilasaddorvallideeptichchhate
hemaambhoruhakudmalastani kadaa raadhe drishaa peeyase

Her hair braided with fresh jasmine, the girdle on her waist ringing, anklets chiming, arms bright with armlets and bangles, her form like a golden lotus bud: Radhe, when will my eyes drink in your beauty?

अमर्यादोन्मीलत्सुरतरसपीयूषजलधेः
सुधाङ्गैरुत्तुङ्गैरिव किमपि दोलायिततनुः ।
स्फुरन्ती प्रेयोऽङ्के स्फुटकनकपङ्केरुहमुखी
सखीनां नो राधे नयनसुखमाधास्यसि कदा ॥ १५२ ॥ (152)

amaryaadonmeelatsuratarasapeeyooshajaladheh
sudhaangairuttungairiva kimapi dolaayitatanuh
sphurantee preyo'nke sphutakanakapankeruhamukhee
sakheenaam no raadhe nayanasukhamaadhaasyasi kadaa

Swaying as if on the high waves of an ocean of love, golden-lotus-faced, glowing in her beloved's arms: Radhe, when will you give us, your sakhis, the joy of seeing you?

क्षरन्तीव प्रत्यक्षरमनुपमप्रेमजलधिं
सुधाधारावृष्टीरिव विदधती श्रोत्रपुटयोः ।
रसार्द्रा सन्मृद्वी परमसुखदा शीतलतरा
भवित्री किं राधे तव सह मया कापि सुकथा ॥ १५३ ॥ (153)

ksharanteeva pratyaksharamanupamapremajaladhim
sudhaadhaaraavrishteeriva vidadhatee shrotraputayoh
rasaardraa sanmridvee paramasukhadaa sheetalataraa
bhavitree kim raadhe tava saha mayaa kaapi sukathaa

Talk that seems to pour an ocean of love from every syllable, like streams of nectar into the ears, full of rasa, gentle, joyful and cooling: Radhe, will I ever have such a conversation with you?

अनुल्लिख्यानन्तानपि सदपराधान्मधुपति
र्महाप्रेमाविष्टस्तव परमदेयं विमृशति ।
तवैकं श्रीराधे गृणत इह नामामृतरसं
महिम्नः कः सीमां स्पृशति तव दास्यैकमनसाम् ॥ १५४ ॥ (154)

anullikhyaanantaanapi sadaparaadhaanmadhupati
rmahaapremaavishtastava paramadeyam vimrishati
tavaikam shreeraadhe grinata iha naamaamritarasam
mahimnah kah seemaam sprishati tava daasyaikamanasaam

Shri Radhe, Krishna, overwhelmed with love, ignores even countless faults of anyone who sings your one nectar-like name, and wonders what he can give them. Who can measure the glory of those whose only wish is to serve you?

लुलितनवलवङ्गोदारकर्पूरपूरं
प्रियतममुखचन्द्रोद्गीर्णताम्बूलखण्डम् ।
घनपुलककपोला स्वादयन्ती मदास्ये
ऽर्पयतु किमपि दासीवत्सला कर्हि राधा ॥ १५५ ॥ (155)

lulitanavalavangodaarakarpoorapooram
priyatamamukhachandrodgeernataamboolakhandam
ghanapulakakapolaa svaadayantee madaasye
'rpayatu kimapi daaseevatsalaa karhi raadhaa

Tasting betel with clove and camphor that her beloved has shared from his own mouth, her cheeks thrilling with joy, when will Radha, so loving to her maidservants, give some to me?

सौन्दर्यामृतराशिरद्भुतमहालावण्यलीलाकला
कालिन्दीवरवीचिडम्बरपरिस्फूर्जत्कटाक्षच्छविः ।
सा कापि स्मरकेलिकोमलकलावैचित्र्यकोटिस्फुर
त्प्रेमानन्दघनाकृतिर्दिशतु मे दास्यं किशोरीमणिः ॥ १५६ ॥ (156)

saundaryaamritaraashiradbhutamahaalaavanyaleelaakalaa
kaalindeevaraveechidambaraparisphoorjatkataakshachchhavih
saa kaapi smarakelikomalakalaavaichitryakotisphura
tpremaanandaghanaakritirdishatu me daasyam kishoreemanih

An ocean of beauty, master of the arts of grace, her glances flashing like the waves of the Yamuna, the form of deep joy and love: may that jewel among young ladies grant me her service.

दुकूलमतिकोमलं कलयदेव कौसुम्भकं
निबद्धमधुमल्लिकाललितमाल्यधम्मिल्लकम् ।
बृहत्कटितटस्फुरन्मुखरमेखलालङ्कृतं
कदा नु कलयामि तत्कनकचम्पकाभं महः ॥ १५७ ॥ (157)

dukoolamatikomalam kalayadeva kausumbhakam
nibaddhamadhumallikaalalitamaalyadhammillakam
brihatkatitatasphuranmukharamekhalaalankritam
kadaa nu kalayaami tatkanakachampakaabham mahah

Wearing the softest saffron-coloured silk, her hair bound with garlands of spring jasmine, her girdle ringing at her waist: when will I behold that light, golden as a champak flower?

कदा रासे प्रेमोन्मदरसविलासेऽद्भुतमये
दिशोर्मध्ये भ्राजन्मधुपतिसखीवृन्दवलये ।
मुदान्तः कान्तेन स्वरचितमहालास्यकलया
निषेवे नृत्यन्तीं व्यजननवताम्बूलशकलैः ॥ १५८ ॥ (158)

kadaa raase premonmadarasavilaase'dbhutamaye
dishormadhye bhraajanmadhupatisakheevrindavalaye
mudaantah kaantena svarachitamahaalaasyakalayaa
nisheve nrityanteem vyajananavataamboolashakalaih

In the wondrous rasa dance, ringed by the sakhis around Krishna, she dances joyfully with her beloved in her own graceful style. When will I serve her there with a fan and fresh betel?

प्रसृमरपटवासे प्रेमसीमाविकाशे
मधुरमधुरहासे दिव्यभूषाविलासे ।
पुलकितदयितांसे संवलद्बाहुपाशे
तदतिललितरासे कर्हि राधामुपासे ॥ १५९ ॥ (159)

prasrimarapatavaase premaseemaavikaashe
madhuramadhurahaase divyabhooshaavilaase
pulakitadayitaamse samvaladbaahupaashe
tadatilalitaraase karhi raadhaamupaase

In that lovely rasa, fragrant with spreading perfume, where love blossoms to its height, with sweet laughter and divine ornaments, her arm around her thrilled beloved's shoulder: when will I worship Radha there?

यदि कनकसरोजं कोटिचन्द्रांशुपूर्णं
नवनवमकरन्दस्यन्दि सौन्दर्यधाम ।
भवति लसितचञ्चत्खञ्जनद्वन्द्वमास्यं
तदपि मधुरहास्यं दत्तदास्यं न तस्याः ॥ १६० ॥ (160)

yadi kanakasarojam kotichandraamshupoornam
navanavamakarandasyandi saundaryadhaama
bhavati lasitachanchatkhanjanadvandvamaasyam
tadapi madhurahaasyam dattadaasyam na tasyaah

Even a golden lotus full of the light of millions of moons, ever dripping fresh honey, with two dancing wagtails for eyes, could not match the sweet smile of her face.

सुधाकरमुधाकरं प्रतिपदस्फुरन्माधुरी
धुरीणनवचन्द्रिकाजलधितुन्दिलं राधिके ।
अतृप्तहरिलोचनद्वयचकोरपेयं कदा
रसाम्बुधिसमुन्नतं वदनचन्द्रमीक्षे तव ॥ १६१ ॥ (161)

sudhaakaramudhaakaram pratipadasphuranmaadhuree
dhureenanavachandrikaajaladhitundilam raadhike
atriptaharilochanadvayachakorapeyam kadaa
rasaambudhisamunnatam vadanachandrameekshe tava

Your face, Radhike, makes the moon seem worthless; it overflows with sweetness at every step, drink for Hari's thirsting eyes. When will I see the moon of your face?

अङ्गप्रत्यङ्गरिङ्गन्मधुरतरमहाकीर्तिपीयूषसिन्धो
रिन्दोः कोटिर्विनिन्दद्वदनमतिमदालोलनेत्रं दधत्याः ।
राधायाः सौकुमार्याद्भुतललिततनोः केलिकल्लोलिनीना
मानन्दस्यन्दिनीनां प्रणयरसमयान्किं विगाहे प्रवाहान् ॥ १६२ ॥ (162)

angapratyangaringanmadhurataramahaakeertipeeyooshasindho
rindoh kotirvinindadvadanamatimadaalolanetram dadhatyaah
raadhaayaah saukumaaryaadbhutalalitatanoh kelikallolineenaa
maanandasyandineenaam pranayarasamayaankim vigaahe pravaahaan

Every limb flows with an ocean of sweet glory, her face outshines millions of moons, her eyes are restless with joy. Will I ever bathe in the loving streams of Radha's play?

मत्कण्ठे किं नखरशिखया दैत्यराजोऽस्मि नाहं
मैवं पीडां कुरु कुचतटे पूतना नाहमस्मि ।
इत्थं कीरैरनुकृतवचः प्रेयसा सङ्गतायाः
प्रातः श्रोष्ये तव सखि कदा केलिकुञ्जे मृजन्ती ॥ १६३ ॥ (163)

matkanthe kim nakharashikhayaa daityaraajo'smi naaham
maivam peedaam kuru kuchatate pootanaa naahamasmi
ittham keerairanukritavachah preyasaa sangataayaah
praatah shroshye tava sakhi kadaa kelikunje mrijantee

In the morning, while sweeping the grove, when will I hear the parrots repeat your playful words to your beloved, teasing him with stories of Krishna's childhood?

जाग्रत्स्वप्नसुषुप्तिषु स्फुरतु मे राधापदाब्जच्छटा
वैकुण्ठे नरकेऽथवा मम गतिर्नान्यास्तु राधां विना ।
राधाकेलिकथासुधाम्बुधिमहावीचीभिरान्दोलितं
कालिन्दीतटकुञ्जमन्दिरवरालिन्दे मनो विन्दतु ॥ १६४ ॥ (164)

jaagratsvapnasushuptishu sphuratu me raadhaapadaabjachchhataa
vaikunthe narake'thavaa mama gatirnaanyaastu raadhaam vinaa
raadhaakelikathaasudhaambudhimahaaveecheebhiraandolitam
kaalindeetatakunjamandiravaraalinde mano vindatu

Waking, dreaming or in deep sleep, may the glow of Radha's feet shine in me. Whether in heaven or hell, may I have no refuge but Radha, and may my mind find joy on the bank of the Yamuna, rocked by waves of her stories.

अलिन्दे कालिन्दीतटनवलतामन्दिरवरे
रतामर्दोद्भूतश्रमजलभरापूर्णवपुषोः ।
सुखस्पर्शेनामीलितनयनयोः शीतमतुलं
कदा कुर्यां संवीजनमहह राधामुरभिदोः ॥ १६५ ॥ (165)

alinde kaalindeetatanavalataamandiravare
rataamardodbhootashramajalabharaapoornavapushoh
sukhasparshenaameelitanayanayoh sheetamatulam
kadaa kuryaam samveejanamahaha raadhaamurabhidoh

In the courtyard of a bower on the Yamuna's bank, when the divine couple rest, tired and with eyes closed in contentment, when will I cool them with a fan?

क्षणं मधुरगानतः क्षणममन्दहिन्दोलतः
क्षणं कुसुमवायुतः सुरतकेलिशिल्पैः क्षणम् ।
अहो मधुरसद्रसप्रणयकेलिवृन्दावने
विदग्धवरनागरीरसिकशेखरौ खेलतः ॥ १६६ ॥ (166)

kshanam madhuragaanatah kshanamamandahindolatah
kshanam kusumavaayutah suratakelishilpaih kshanam
aho madhurasadrasapranayakelivrindaavane
vidagdhavaranaagareerasikashekharau khelatah

One moment with sweet songs, the next on a swing, the next in flower-scented breezes, the next in play: in Vrindavan, sweet with love, the clever young lady and the crown of lovers play together.

अद्य श्यामकिशोरमौलिरहह प्राप्तो रजन्या मुखे
नीत्वा तां करयोः प्रगृह्य सहसा नीपाटवीं प्राविशत् ।
श्रोष्ये तल्पमिलन्महारतिभरे प्राप्तेऽपि शीत्कारितं
तद्वीचीसुखतर्जनं किमु हरेः स्वश्रोत्ररन्ध्राश्रितम् ॥ १६७ ॥ (167)

adya shyaamakishoramaulirahaha praapto rajanyaa mukhe
neetvaa taam karayoh pragrihya sahasaa neepaataveem praavishat
shroshye talpamilanmahaaratibhare praapte'pi sheetkaaritam
tadveecheesukhatarjanam kimu hareh svashrotrarandhraashritam

At dusk the young Shyam suddenly took her by both hands and led her into the kadamba grove. In the language of the hidden pastimes, the sakhi longs to hear the sounds of their joy.

श्रीमद्राधे त्वमथ मधुरं श्रीयशोदाकुमारे
प्राप्ते कैशोरकमतिरसाद्वल्गसे साधुयोगम् ।
इत्थं बाले महसि कथया नित्यलीलावयःश्री
जातावेशा प्रकटसहजा किन्नु दृश्या किशोरी ॥ १६८ ॥ (168)

shreemadraadhe tvamatha madhuram shreeyashodaakumaare
praapte kaishorakamatirasaadvalgase saadhuyogam
ittham baale mahasi kathayaa nityaleelaavayahshree
jaataaveshaa prakatasahajaa kinnu drishyaa kishoree

"Radhe, now that Yashoda's son has reached youth, you too are drawn to that sweet union." At these words she steps into her eternal youth. Will we see that young lady revealed?

एकं काञ्चनचम्पकच्छवि परं नीलाम्बुदश्यामलं
कन्दर्पोत्तरलं तथैकमपरं नैवानुकूलं बहिः ।
किञ्चैकं बहुमानभङ्गि रसवच्चाटूनि कुर्वत्परं
वीक्षे क्रीडति कुञ्जसीम्नि तदहो द्वन्द्वं महामोहनम् ॥ १६९ ॥ (169)

ekam kaanchanachampakachchhavi param neelaambudashyaamalam
kandarpottaralam tathaikamaparam naivaanukoolam bahih
kinchaikam bahumaanabhangi rasavachchaatooni kurvatparam
veekshe kreedati kunjaseemni tadaho dvandvam mahaamohanam

One golden as champak, the other dark as a rain cloud; one restless with longing, the other cool on the surface; one full of loving pride, the other full of sweet coaxing: see that enchanting couple play at the edge of the grove.

विचित्ररतिविक्रमं दधदनुक्रमादाकुलं
महामदनवेगतो निभृतमञ्जुकुञ्जोदरे ।
अहो विनिमयन्नवं किमपि नीलपीतं पटं
मिथो मिलितमद्भुतं जयति पीतनीलं महः ॥ १७० ॥ (170)

vichitrarativikramam dadhadanukramaadaakulam
mahaamadanavegato nibhritamanjukunjodare
aho vinimayannavam kimapi neelapeetam patam
mitho militamadbhutam jayati peetaneelam mahah

In a secret grove, overcome by love, they exchange their blue and yellow garments, joined in a wonder. Glory to that yellow-and-blue light.

करे कमलमद्भुतं भ्रमयतोर्मिथोंसार्पित
स्फुरत्पुलकदोर्लतायुगलयोः स्मरोन्मत्तयोः ।
सहासरसपेशलं मदकरीन्द्रभङ्गीशतै
र्गतिं रसिकयोर्द्वयोः स्मरत चारुवृन्दावने ॥ १७१ ॥ (171)

kare kamalamadbhutam bhramayatormithomsaarpita
sphuratpulakadorlataayugalayoh smaronmattayoh
sahaasarasapeshalam madakareendrabhangeeshatai
rgatim rasikayordvayoh smarata chaaruvrindaavane

Twirling a wondrous lotus, arms resting on each other's shoulders, mad with love, walking with the grace of a hundred proud elephants and full of laughter: O mind, remember that couple in lovely Vrindavan.

खेलन्मुग्धाक्षिमीनस्फुरदधरमणीविद्रुमश्रोणिभार
द्वीपायामोत्तरङ्गस्मरकलभकटाटोपवक्षोरुहायाः ।
गम्भीरावर्तनाभेर्बहलहरिमहाप्रेमपीयूषसिन्धोः
श्रीराधायाः पदाम्भोरुहपरिचरणे योग्यतामेव मृग्ये ॥ १७२ ॥ (172)

khelanmugdhaakshimeenasphuradadharamaneevidrumashronibhaara
dveepaayaamottarangasmarakalabhakataatopavakshoruhaayaah
gambheeraavartanaabherbahalaharimahaapremapeeyooshasindhoh
shreeraadhaayaah padaambhoruhaparicharane yogyataameva mrigye

In the imagery of classical poetry: eyes like playful fish, lips like coral, a deep navel like a whirlpool, an ocean of love for Hari. I seek only to be worthy of serving Shri Radha's lotus feet.

विच्छेदाभासमानादहह निमिषतो गात्रविस्रंसनादौ
चञ्चत्कल्पाग्निकोटिज्वलितमिव भवेद्बाह्यमभ्यन्तरं च ।
गाढस्नेहानुबन्धग्रथितमिव ययोरद्भुतप्रेममूर्त्योः
श्रीराधामाधवाख्यं परमिह मधुरं तद्द्वयं धाम जाने ॥ १७३ ॥ (173)

vichchhedaabhaasamaanaadahaha nimishato gaatravisramsanaadau
chanchatkalpaagnikotijvalitamiva bhavedbaahyamabhyantaram cha
gaadhasnehaanubandhagrathitamiva yayoradbhutapremamoortyoh
shreeraadhaamaadhavaakhyam paramiha madhuram taddvayam dhaama jaane

Even the briefest hint of separation, even a blink, burns them inside and out like millions of fires. Bound together by deep love, that couple named Radha and Madhava is the one sweet refuge I know.

कदा रत्युन्मुक्तं कचभरमहं संयमयिता
कदा वा सन्धास्ये त्रुटितनवमुक्तावलिमपि ।
कदा वा कस्तूर्यास्तिलकमपि भूयो रचयिता
निकुञ्जान्तर्वृत्ते नवरतिरणे यौवनमणेः ॥ १७४ ॥ (174)

kadaa ratyunmuktam kachabharamaham samyamayitaa
kadaa vaa sandhaasye trutitanavamuktaavalimapi
kadaa vaa kastooryaastilakamapi bhooyo rachayitaa
nikunjaantarvritte navaratirane yauvanamaneh

When will I tie up her loosened hair, restring her broken pearl necklace, and draw her musk tilak again, after the play in the grove?

किं ब्रूमोऽन्यत्र कुण्ठीकृतकजनपदे धाम्न्यपि श्रीविकुण्ठे
राधामाधुर्यवेत्ता मधुपतिरथ तन्माधुरीं वेत्ति राधा ।
वृन्दारण्यस्थलीयं परमरससुधामाधुरीणां धुरीणा
तद्द्वन्द्वं स्वादनीयं सकलमपि ददौ राधिकाकिङ्करीभ्यः ॥ १७५ ॥ (175)

kim broomo'nyatra kuntheekritakajanapade dhaamnyapi shreevikunthe
raadhaamaadhuryavettaa madhupatiratha tanmaadhureem vetti raadhaa
vrindaaranyasthaleeyam paramarasasudhaamaadhureenaam dhureenaa
taddvandvam svaadaneeyam sakalamapi dadau raadhikaakinkareebhyah

What can be said of other places? Even Vaikuntha seems dull here. Only Krishna knows Radha's sweetness and only Radha knows his. Vrindavan, foremost in the nectar of rasa, has given that couple wholly to Radhika's maidservants.

लसद्वदनपङ्कजा नवगभीरनाभिभ्रमा
नितम्बपुलिनोल्लसन्मुखरकाञ्चिकादम्बिनी ।
विशुद्धरसवाहिनी रसिकसिन्धुसङ्गोन्मदा
सदा सुरतरङ्गिणी जयति कापि वृन्दावने ॥ १७६ ॥ (176)

lasadvadanapankajaa navagabheeranaabhibhramaa
nitambapulinollasanmukharakaanchikaadambinee
vishuddharasavaahinee rasikasindhusangonmadaa
sadaa surataranginee jayati kaapi vrindaavane

A heavenly river in Vrindavan: her face the lotus, her navel the whirlpool, her girdle the clouds over its banks, flowing with pure rasa and longing to meet the ocean of her beloved. Glory to her.

अनङ्गनवरङ्गिणी रसतरङ्गिणी सङ्गतां
दधत्सुखसुधामये स्वतनुनीरधौ राधिकाम् ।
अहो मधुपकाकलीमधुरमाधवीमण्डपे
स्मरक्षुभितमेधते सुरतसीधुमत्तं महः ॥ १७७ ॥ (177)

ananganavaranginee rasataranginee sangataam
dadhatsukhasudhaamaye svatanuneeradhau raadhikaam
aho madhupakaakaleemadhuramaadhaveemandape
smarakshubhitamedhate surataseedhumattam mahah

In a madhavi bower humming with bees, a light grows ever brighter, holding within its ocean of joy Radhika, the river of rasa who delights even Kamadeva.

रोमालीमिहिरात्मजा सुललिते बन्धूकबन्धुप्रभा
सर्वाङ्गे स्फुटचम्पकच्छविरहो नाभीसरःशोभना ।
वक्षोजस्तवका लसद्भुजलता शिञ्जापतज्झङ्कृतिः
श्रीराधा हरते मनो मधुपतेरन्येव वृन्दाटवी ॥ १७८ ॥ (178)

romaaleemihiraatmajaa sulalite bandhookabandhuprabhaa
sarvaange sphutachampakachchhaviraho naabheesarahshobhanaa
vakshojastavakaa lasadbhujalataa shinjaapatajjhankritih
shreeraadhaa harate mano madhupateranyeva vrindaatavee

Like a second Vrindavan: the line of fine hair is her Yamuna, her glow like bandhuka flowers, her limbs like champak, her navel a lake, her arms creepers, her ornaments the hum of bees. Shri Radha steals Krishna's heart.

राधामाधवयोर्विचित्रसुरतारम्भे निकुञ्जोदर
स्रस्तप्रस्तरसङ्गतैर्वपुरलङ्कुर्वेऽङ्गरागैः कदा ।
तत्रैव त्रुटिताः स्रजो निपतिताः सन्धाय भूयः कदा
कण्ठे धारयितास्मि मार्जनकृते प्रातः प्रविष्टास्म्यहम् ॥ १७९ ॥ (179)

raadhaamaadhavayorvichitrasurataarambhe nikunjodara
srastaprastarasangatairvapuralankurve'ngaraagaih kadaa
tatraiva trutitaah srajo nipatitaah sandhaaya bhooyah kadaa
kanthe dhaarayitaasmi maarjanakrite praatah pravishtaasmyaham

Entering the grove at dawn to sweep it, when will I adorn myself with the sandal that fell on the bed, and restring and wear the garlands that broke and fell there?

श्लोकान्प्रेष्ठयशोऽङ्कितान्गृहशुकानध्यापयेत्कर्हिचि
द्गुञ्जामञ्जुलहारबर्हमुकुटं निर्माति काले क्वचित् ।
आलिख्य प्रियमूर्तिमाकुलकुचौ सङ्घट्टयेद्वा कदा
प्येवं व्यापृतिभिर्दिनं नयति मे राधा प्रियस्वामिनी ॥ १८० ॥ (180)

shlokaanpreshthayasho'nkitaangrihashukaanadhyaapayetkarhichi
dgunjaamanjulahaarabarhamukutam nirmaati kaale kvachit
aalikhya priyamoortimaakulakuchau sanghattayedvaa kadaa
pyevam vyaapritibhirdinam nayati me raadhaa priyasvaaminee

Sometimes she teaches the house parrots verses praising her beloved, sometimes makes gunja necklaces and peacock crowns, sometimes draws his picture and holds it to her heart. So my dear mistress Radha passes the day apart from him.

प्रेयःसङ्गसुधासदानुभविनी भूयो भवद्भाविनी
लीलापञ्चमरागिणी रतिकलाभङ्गीशतोद्भाविनी ।
कारुण्यद्रवभाविनी कटितटे काञ्चीकलाराविणी
श्रीराधैव गतिर्ममास्तु पदयोः प्रेमामृतस्राविणी ॥ १८१ ॥ (181)

preyahsangasudhaasadaanubhavinee bhooyo bhavadbhaavinee
leelaapanchamaraaginee ratikalaabhangeeshatodbhaavinee
kaarunyadravabhaavinee katitate kaancheekalaaraavinee
shreeraadhaiva gatirmamaastu padayoh premaamritasraavinee

Ever tasting the nectar of her beloved's company, ever new, singing raga Pancham in her play, creating a hundred arts of love, melting with compassion, her girdle tinkling, her feet flowing with love: Shri Radha alone is my refuge.

कोटीन्दुच्छविहासिनी नवसुधासम्भारसम्भाषिणी
वक्षोजद्वितयेन हेमकलशश्रीगर्वनिर्वासिनी ।
चित्रग्रामनिवासिनी नवनवप्रेमोत्सवोल्लासिनी
वृन्दारण्यविलासिनी किमु रहो भूयाद्धृदुल्लासिनी ॥ १८२ ॥ (182)

koteenduchchhavihaasinee navasudhaasambhaarasambhaashinee
vakshojadvitayena hemakalashashreegarvanirvaasinee
chitragraamanivaasinee navanavapremotsavollaasinee
vrindaaranyavilaasinee kimu raho bhooyaaddhridullaasinee

Her smile mocks millions of moons, her words overflow with nectar, her beauty humbles golden vessels; she lives in Chitragram (Barsana), delights in ever-new love, and plays in Vrindavan. Will she give my heart joy in secret?

कदा गोविन्दाराधनललितताम्बूलशकलं
मुदा स्वादं स्वादं पुलकिततनुर्मे प्रियसखी ।
दुकूलेनोन्मीलन्नवकमलकिञ्जल्करुचिना
निवीताङ्गी सङ्गीतकनिजकलाः शिक्षयति माम् ॥ १८३ ॥ (183)

kadaa govindaaraadhanalalitataamboolashakalam
mudaa svaadam svaadam pulakitatanurme priyasakhee
dukoolenonmeelannavakamalakinjalkaruchinaa
niveetaangee sangeetakanijakalaah shikshayati maam

Thrilled from tasting betel received from Govinda's worship, dressed in silk the colour of lotus pollen, when will my dear sakhi Lalita teach me her arts of music?

लसद्दशनमौक्तिकप्रवरकान्तिपूरस्फुर
न्मनोज्ञनवपल्लवाधरमणिच्छटासुन्दरम् ।
चरन्मकरकुण्डलं चकितचारुनेत्राञ्चलं
स्मरामि तव राधिके वदनमण्डलं निर्मलम् ॥ १८४ ॥ (184)

lasaddashanamauktikapravarakaantipoorasphura
nmanojnanavapallavaadharamanichchhataasundaram
charanmakarakundalam chakitachaarunetraanchalam
smaraami tava raadhike vadanamandalam nirmalam

Teeth gleaming like the finest pearls, lips like new leaves more lovely than coral, swinging makara earrings, the corners of her eyes startled and beautiful: Radhike, I remember your pure face.

चलत्कुटिलकुन्तलं तिलकशोभिभालस्थलं
तिलप्रसवनासिकापुटविराजिमुक्ताफलम् ।
कलङ्करहितामृतच्छविसमुज्ज्वलं राधिके
तवातिरतिपेशलं वदनमण्डलं भावये ॥ १८५ ॥ (185)

chalatkutilakuntalam tilakashobhibhaalasthalam
tilaprasavanaasikaaputaviraajimuktaaphalam
kalankarahitaamritachchhavisamujjvalam raadhike
tavaatiratipeshalam vadanamandalam bhaavaye

Restless curling locks, a forehead lovely with tilak, a pearl at her nose like a sesame flower, a face bright as the spotless moon: Radhike, I meditate on your face, so full of love.

पूर्णप्रेमामृतरससमुल्लाससौभाग्यसारं
कुञ्जे कुञ्जे नवरतिकलाकौतुकेनात्तकेलि ।
उत्फुल्लेन्दीवरकनकयोः कान्तिचोरं किशोरं
ज्योतिर्द्वन्द्वं किमपि परमानन्दकन्दं चकास्ति ॥ १८६ ॥ (186)

poornapremaamritarasasamullaasasaubhaagyasaaram
kunje kunje navaratikalaakautukenaattakeli
utphullendeevarakanakayoh kaantichoram kishoram
jyotirdvandvam kimapi paramaanandakandam chakaasti

The essence of the joy of full love, playing in grove after grove with fresh delight, stealing the glow of the blue and golden lotus: a young twin light shines, the root of supreme bliss.

ययोन्मीलत्केलीविलसितकटाक्षैककलया
कृतो वन्दी वृन्दाविपिनकलभेन्द्रो मदकलः ।
जडीभूतः क्रीडामृग इव यदाज्ञालवकृते
कृती नः सा राधा शिथिलयतु साधारणगतिम् ॥ १८७ ॥ (187)

yayonmeelatkeleevilasitakataakshaikakalayaa
krito vandee vrindaavipinakalabhendro madakalah
jadeebhootah kreedaamriga iva yadaajnaalavakrite
kritee nah saa raadhaa shithilayatu saadhaaranagatim

With a single playful glance she has made the proud young elephant of Vrindavan her captive, standing still like a pet deer waiting for her slightest command. May that Radha loosen our worldly ties.

श्रीगोपेन्द्रकुमारमोहनमहाविद्ये स्फुरन्माधुरी
सारस्फाररसाम्बुराशिसहजप्रस्यन्दिनेत्राञ्चले ।
कारुण्यार्द्रकटाक्षभङ्गिमधुरस्मेराननाम्भोरुहे
हा हा स्वामिनि राधिके मयि कृपादृष्टिं मनाङ्निक्षिप ॥ १८८ ॥ (188)

shreegopendrakumaaramohanamahaavidye sphuranmaadhuree
saarasphaararasaamburaashisahajaprasyandinetraanchale
kaarunyaardrakataakshabhangimadhurasmeraananaambhoruhe
haa haa svaamini raadhike mayi kripaadrishtim manaannikshipa

Great enchantress of Gopendra's son, whose eyes naturally overflow with an ocean of sweetness, whose glance is moist with mercy and whose lotus face smiles sweetly: alas, my mistress Radhike, cast even a little merciful glance on me.

ओष्ठप्रान्तोच्छलितदयितोद्गीर्णताम्बूलरागा
रागानुच्चैर्निजरचितया चित्रभङ्ग्योन्नयन्ती ।
तिर्यग्ग्रीवा रुचिररुचिरोदञ्चदाकुञ्चितभ्रूः
प्रेयःपार्श्वे विपुलपुलकैर्मण्डिता भाति राधा ॥ १८९ ॥ (189)

oshthapraantochchhalitadayitodgeernataamboolaraagaa
raagaanuchchairnijarachitayaa chitrabhangyonnayantee
tiryaggreevaa ruchiraruchirodanchadaakunchitabhrooh
preyahpaarshve vipulapulakairmanditaa bhaati raadhaa

Her lip reddened with betel from her beloved, singing ragas of her own in lovely styles, her neck tilted, her brows arched, thrilled with joy: Radha shines beside her beloved.

किं रे धूर्तप्रवर निकटं यासि नः प्राणसख्या
नूनं बाला कुचतटकरस्पर्शमात्राद्विमुह्येत् ।
इत्थं राधे पथि पथि रसान्नागरं तेऽनुलग्नं
क्षिप्त्वा भङ्ग्या हृदयमुभयोः कर्हि सम्मोहयिष्ये ॥ १९० ॥ (190)

kim re dhoortapravara nikatam yaasi nah praanasakhyaa
noonam baalaa kuchatatakarasparshamaatraadvimuhyet
ittham raadhe pathi pathi rasaannaagaram te'nulagnam
kshiptvaa bhangyaa hridayamubhayoh karhi sammohayishye

"Rogue, why do you come near our dear friend?" Radhe, when will I playfully tease your lover who follows you down every path, and enchant both your hearts?

कदा वा राधायाः पदकमलमायोज्य हृदये
दयेशं निःशेषं नियतमिह जह्यामुपविधिम् ।
कदा वा गोविन्दः सकलसुखदः प्रेमकरणा
दनन्ये धन्ये वै स्वयमुपनयेत स्मरकलाम् ॥ १९१ ॥ (191)

kadaa vaa raadhaayaah padakamalamaayojya hridaye
dayesham nihshesham niyatamiha jahyaamupavidhim
kadaa vaa govindah sakalasukhadah premakaranaa
dananye dhanye vai svayamupanayeta smarakalaam

When will I hold Shri Radha's lotus feet in my heart and set aside all lesser rules? And when will Govinda, giver of every joy, out of love, teach me, one devoted only to her, the arts of their inner service?

कदा वा प्रोद्दामस्मरसमरसंरम्भरभस
प्ररूढस्वेदाम्भःप्लुतलुलितचित्राखिलतनू ।
गतौ कुञ्जद्वारे सुखमरुति संवीज्य परया
मुदाहं श्रीराधारसिकतिलकौ स्यां सुकृतिनी ॥ १९२ ॥ (192)

kadaa vaa proddaamasmarasamarasamrambharabhasa
praroodhasvedaambhahplutalulitachitraakhilatanoo
gatau kunjadvaare sukhamaruti samveejya parayaa
mudaaham shreeraadhaarasikatilakau syaam sukritinee

When the divine couple come to the door of the grove, tired from their play, when will I fan them with cool breezes and become truly blessed?

मिथः प्रेमावेशाद्घनपुलकदोर्वल्लिरचित
प्रगाढाश्लेषेणोत्सवरसभरोन्मीलितदृशौ ।
निकुञ्जक्लृप्ते वै नवकुसुमतल्पेऽधिशयितौ
कदा पत्संवाहादिभिरहमधीशौ नु सुखये ॥ १९३ ॥ (193)

mithah premaaveshaadghanapulakadorvallirachita
pragaadhaashleshenotsavarasabharonmeelitadrishau
nikunjaklripte vai navakusumatalpe'dhishayitau
kadaa patsamvaahaadibhirahamadheeshau nu sukhaye

When they rest on a bed of fresh flowers in the grove, held in each other's arms, eyes half closed with joy, when will I bring comfort to my two masters by pressing their feet?

मदारुणविलोचनं कनकदर्पकामोचनं
महाप्रणयमाधुरीरसविलासनित्योत्सुकम् ।
लसन्नववयःश्रिया ललितभङ्गिलीलामयं
हृदा तदहमुद्वहे किमपि हेमगौरं महः ॥ १९४ ॥ (194)

madaarunavilochanam kanakadarpakaamochanam
mahaapranayamaadhureerasavilaasanityotsukam
lasannavavayahshriyaa lalitabhangileelaamayam
hridaa tadahamudvahe kimapi hemagauram mahah

Eyes reddened with joy, outshining gold, ever eager for the play of great love, lovely with new youth and graceful movement: I hold that golden light in my heart.

मदाघूर्णन्नेत्रं नवरतिरसावेशविवशो
ल्लसद्गात्रं प्राणप्रणयपरिपाट्यां परतरम् ।
मिथो गाढाश्लेषाद्वलयमिव जातं मरकत
द्रुतस्वर्णच्छायं स्फुरतु मिथुनं तन्मम हृदि ॥ १९५ ॥ (195)

madaaghoornannetram navaratirasaaveshavivasho
llasadgaatram praanapranayaparipaatyaam parataram
mitho gaadhaashleshaadvalayamiva jaatam marakata
drutasvarnachchhaayam sphuratu mithunam tanmama hridi

Eyes rolling with joy, overcome with fresh love, embraced so closely they seem a single bracelet of emerald and molten gold: may that dark-and-golden couple shine in my heart.

परस्परं प्रेमरसे निमग्न
मशेषसम्मोहनरूपकेलि ।
वृन्दावनान्तर्नवकुञ्जगेहे
तन्नीलपीतं मिथुनं चकास्ति ॥ १९६ ॥ (196)

parasparam premarase nimagna
masheshasammohanaroopakeli
vrindaavanaantarnavakunjagehe
tanneelapeetam mithunam chakaasti

Immersed in each other's love, their play enchanting all: in a new bower within Vrindavan that blue-and-gold couple shines.

आशास्य दास्यं वृषभानुजाया
स्तीरे समध्यास्य च भानुजायाः ।
कदा नु वृन्दावनकुञ्जवीथी
ष्वहं नु राधे ह्यतिथिर्भवेयम् ॥ १९७ ॥ (197)

aashaasya daasyam vrishabhaanujaayaa
steere samadhyaasya cha bhaanujaayaah
kadaa nu vrindaavanakunjaveethee
shvaham nu raadhe hyatithirbhaveyam

Longing to serve Vrishabhanu's daughter and living on the bank of the Yamuna, when, Radhe, will I become a guest in the lanes of Vrindavan's groves?

कालिन्दीतटकुञ्जे
पुञ्जीभूतं रसामृतं किमपि ।
अद्भुतकेलिनिधानं
निरवधि राधाभिधानमुल्लसति ॥ १९८ ॥ (198)

kaalindeetatakunje
punjeebhootam rasaamritam kimapi
adbhutakelinidhaanam
niravadhi raadhaabhidhaanamullasati

In a grove on the Yamuna's bank shines a gathered nectar of rasa, a boundless treasure of wondrous play, called Radha.

प्रीतिरिव मूर्तिमती
रससिन्धोः सारसम्पदिव विमला ।
वैदग्धीनां हृदयं
काचन वृन्दावनाधिकारिणी जयति ॥ १९९ ॥ (199)

preetiriva moortimatee
rasasindhoh saarasampadiva vimalaa
vaidagdheenaam hridayam
kaachana vrindaavanaadhikaarinee jayati

Love itself in bodily form, the pure essence of the ocean of rasa, the heart of all grace: glory to the unnamed queen of Vrindavan.

रसघनमोहनमूर्तिं
विचित्रकेलिमहोत्सवोल्लसितम् ।
राधाचरणविलोडित
रुचिरशिखण्डं हरिं वन्दे ॥ २०० ॥ (200)

rasaghanamohanamoortim
vichitrakelimahotsavollasitam
raadhaacharanavilodita
ruchirashikhandam harim vande

I bow to Hari, the form of deep rasa and enchantment, joyful in the festival of play, whose lovely peacock feather brushes Radha's feet.

कदा गायं गायं मधुरमधुरीत्या मधुभिद
श्चरित्राणि स्फारामृतरसविचित्राणि बहुशः ।
मृजन्ती तत्केलीभवनमभिरामं मलयज
च्छटाभिः सिञ्चन्ती रसह्रदनिमग्नास्मि भविता ॥ २०१ ॥ (201)

kadaa gaayam gaayam madhuramadhureetyaa madhubhida
shcharitraani sphaaraamritarasavichitraani bahushah
mrijantee tatkeleebhavanamabhiraamam malayaja
chchhataabhih sinchantee rasahradanimagnaasmi bhavitaa

Singing again and again, in the sweetest way, Krishna's wondrous stories full of nectar, sweeping their lovely play-house and sprinkling it with sandal water: when will I be immersed in the lake of rasa?

उदञ्चद्रोमाञ्चप्रचयखचितां वेपथुमतीं
दधानां श्रीराधामतिमधुरलीलामयतनुम् ।
कदा वा कस्तूर्या किमपि रचयन्त्येव कुचयो
र्विचित्रां पत्रालीमहमहह वीक्षे सुकृतिनी ॥ २०२ ॥ (202)

udanchadromaanchaprachayakhachitaam vepathumateem
dadhaanaam shreeraadhaamatimadhuraleelaamayatanum
kadaa vaa kastooryaa kimapi rachayantyeva kuchayo
rvichitraam patraaleemahamahaha veekshe sukritinee

Shri Radha, thrilling all over and trembling, her form full of sweetest play: when will I, blessed, draw patterns of musk on her and behold her so?

क्षणं सीत्कुर्वन्ती क्षणमथ महावेपथुमती
क्षणं श्याम श्यामेत्यमुमभिलपन्ती पुलकिता ।
महाप्रेमा कापि प्रमदमदनोद्दामरसदा
सदानन्दा मूर्तिर्जयति वृषभानोः कुलमणिः ॥ २०३ ॥ (203)

kshanam seetkurvantee kshanamatha mahaavepathumatee
kshanam shyaama shyaametyamumabhilapantee pulakitaa
mahaapremaa kaapi pramadamadanoddaamarasadaa
sadaanandaa moortirjayati vrishabhaanoh kulamanih

One moment sighing, the next trembling deeply, the next calling "Shyam, Shyam!" and thrilling: glory to that jewel of Vrishabhanu's family, the form of great love and ever-joyful.

यस्याः प्रेमघनाकृतेः पदनखज्योत्स्नाभरस्नापित
स्वान्तानां समुदेति कापि सरसा भक्तिश्चमत्कारिणी ।
सा मे गोकुलभूपनन्दनमनश्चोरी किशोरी कदा
दास्यं दास्यति सर्ववेदशिरसां यत्तद्रहस्यं परम् ॥ २०४ ॥ (204)

yasyaah premaghanaakriteh padanakhajyotsnaabharasnaapita
svaantaanaam samudeti kaapi sarasaa bhaktishchamatkaarinee
saa me gokulabhoopanandanamanashchoree kishoree kadaa
daasyam daasyati sarvavedashirasaam yattadrahasyam param

Those bathed in the moonlight of her toenails feel a wondrous, sweet devotion rise in their hearts. When will that young lady, who steals the heart of Gokul's prince, give me her service, the supreme secret of all the Vedas?

कामं तूलिकया करेण हरिणा यालक्तकैरङ्किता
नानाकेलिविदग्धगोपरमणीवृन्दे तथा वन्दिता ।
या सङ्गुप्ततया तथोपनिषदां हृद्येव विद्योतते
सा राधाचरणद्वयी मम गतिर्लास्यैकलीलामयी ॥ २०५ ॥ (205)

kaamam toolikayaa karena harinaa yaalaktakairankitaa
naanaakelividagdhagoparamaneevrinde tathaa vanditaa
yaa sanguptatayaa tathopanishadaam hridyeva vidyotate
saa raadhaacharanadvayee mama gatirlaasyaikaleelaamayee

Lovingly painted with red lac by Hari's own hand, honoured by the gopis skilled in play, shining hidden in the heart of the Upanishads: Radha's two dancing feet are my refuge.

सान्द्रप्रेमरसौघवर्षिणि नवोन्मीलन्महामाधुरी
साम्राज्यैकधुरीणकेलिविभवत्कारुण्यकल्लोलिनि ।
श्रीवृन्दावनचन्द्रचित्तहरिणीबन्धुस्फुरद्वागुरे
श्रीराधे नवकुञ्जनागरि तव क्रीतास्मि दास्योत्सवैः ॥ २०६ ॥ (206)

saandrapremarasaughavarshini navonmeelanmahaamaadhuree
saamraajyaikadhureenakelivibhavatkaarunyakallolini
shreevrindaavanachandrachittaharineebandhusphuradvaagure
shreeraadhe navakunjanaagari tava kreetaasmi daasyotsavaih

Raining floods of deep love, a river of mercy rich in the empire of sweetness, a net to catch the deer-like heart of Vrindavan's moon: Shri Radhe, lady of the new groves, I am sold to the joys of serving you.

स्वेदापूरः कुसुमचयनैर्दूरतः कण्टकाङ्को
वक्षोजेऽस्यास्तिलकविलयो हन्त घर्माम्भसैव ।
ओष्ठः सख्या हिमपवनतः सव्रणो राधिके ते
क्रूरास्वेवं स्वघटितमहो गोपये प्रेष्ठसङ्गम् ॥ २०७ ॥ (207)

svedaapoorah kusumachayanairdooratah kantakaanko
vakshoje'syaastilakavilayo hanta gharmaambhasaiva
oshthah sakhyaa himapavanatah savrano raadhike te
krooraasvevam svaghatitamaho gopaye preshthasangam

Playfully, the sakhi plans to cover for Radha before the teasing friends, explaining each sign of her meeting with her beloved as coming from gathering flowers far away or from the cold wind.

पातं पातं पदकमलयोः कृष्णभृङ्गेण तस्याः
स्मेरास्येन्दोर्मुकुलितकुचद्वन्द्वहेमारविन्दम् ।
पीत्वा वक्त्राम्बुजमतिरसान्नूनमन्तः प्रवेष्टु
मत्यावेशान्नखरशिखया पाट्यमानं किमीक्षे ॥ २०८ ॥ (208)

paatam paatam padakamalayoh krishnabhringena tasyaah
smeraasyendormukulitakuchadvandvahemaaravindam
peetvaa vaktraambujamatirasaannoonamantah praveshtu
matyaaveshaannakharashikhayaa paatyamaanam kimeekshe

In the language of the hidden pastimes, the sakhi imagines Krishna, like a bee, falling again and again at Radha's lotus feet, longing to be let into the grove.

अहो तेऽमी कुञ्जास्तदनुपमरासस्थलमिदं
गिरिद्रोणी सैव स्फुरति रतिरङ्गे प्रणयिनी ।
न वीक्षे श्रीराधां हर हर कुतोऽपीति शतधा
विदीर्येत प्राणेश्वरि मम कदा हन्त हृदयम् ॥ २०९ ॥ (209)

aho te'mee kunjaastadanupamaraasasthalamidam
giridronee saiva sphurati ratirange pranayinee
na veekshe shreeraadhaam hara hara kuto'peeti shatadhaa
videeryeta praaneshvari mama kadaa hanta hridayam

These are the same groves, the same matchless rasa ground, the same caves of Govardhan; yet I do not see Shri Radha anywhere. Queen of my life, when will my heart break into a hundred pieces from this?

इहैवाभूत्कुञ्जे नवरतिकला मोहनतनो
रहोऽत्रैवानृत्यद्दयितसहिता सा रसनिधिः ।
इति स्मारं स्मारं तव चरितपीयूषलहरीं
कदा स्यां श्रीराधे चकित इह वृन्दावनभुवि ॥ २१० ॥ (210)

ihaivaabhootkunje navaratikalaa mohanatano
raho'traivaanrityaddayitasahitaa saa rasanidhih
iti smaaram smaaram tava charitapeeyooshalahareem
kadaa syaam shreeraadhe chakita iha vrindaavanabhuvi

"Here in this grove she played; right here that ocean of rasa danced with her beloved." Remembering the waves of your story like this, Shri Radhe, when will I stand amazed in Vrindavan?

श्रीमद्बिम्बाधरे ते स्फुरति नवसुधामाधुरीसिन्धुकोटि
र्नेत्रान्तस्ते विकीर्णाद्भुतकुसुमधनुश्चण्डसत्काण्डकोटिः ।
श्रीवक्षोजे तवातिप्रमदरसकलासारसर्वस्वकोटिः
श्रीराधे त्वत्पदाब्जात्स्रवति निरवधिप्रेमपीयूषकोटिः ॥ २११ ॥ (211)

shreemadbimbaadhare te sphurati navasudhaamaadhureesindhukoti
rnetraantaste vikeernaadbhutakusumadhanushchandasatkaandakotih
shreevakshoje tavaatipramadarasakalaasaarasarvasvakotih
shreeraadhe tvatpadaabjaatsravati niravadhipremapeeyooshakotih

Millions of oceans of nectar shine on your lips, millions of Kamadeva's arrows fly from your glances, millions of treasures of love's art fill you, and millions of streams of love flow endlessly from your feet.

सान्द्रानन्दोन्मदरसघनप्रेमपीयूषमूर्तेः
श्रीराधाया अथ मधुपतेः सुप्तयोः कुञ्जतल्पे ।
कुर्वाणाहं मृदुमृदुपदाम्भोजसंवाहनानि
शय्यान्ते किं किमपि पतिता प्राप्ततन्द्रा भवेयम् ॥ २१२ ॥ (212)

saandraanandonmadarasaghanapremapeeyooshamoorteh
shreeraadhaayaa atha madhupateh suptayoh kunjatalpe
kurvaanaaham mridumridupadaambhojasamvaahanaani
shayyaante kim kimapi patitaa praaptatandraa bhaveyam

When Radha and Krishna sleep on their grove bed, will I, gently pressing their soft feet, myself grow drowsy and drift off at the edge of the bed?

राधापादारविन्दोच्छलितनवरसप्रेमपीयूषपुञ्जे
कालिन्दीकूलकुञ्जे हृदि कलितमहोदारमाधुर्यभावः ।
श्रीवृन्दारण्यवीथीललितरतिकलानागरीं तां गरीयो
गम्भीरैकानुरागान्मनसि परिचरन्विस्मृतान्यः कदा स्याम् ॥ २१३ ॥ (213)

raadhaapaadaaravindochchhalitanavarasapremapeeyooshapunje
kaalindeekoolakunje hridi kalitamahodaaramaadhuryabhaavah
shreevrindaaranyaveetheelalitaratikalaanaagareem taam gareeyo
gambheeraikaanuraagaanmanasi paricharanvismritaanyah kadaa syaam

On the Yamuna's bank, in a grove overflowing with the love that streams from Radha's feet, my heart full of generous sweetness, serving that young lady in my mind with deep love: when will I forget everything else?

अदृष्ट्वा राधाङ्के निमिषमपि तं नागरमणिं
तया वा खेलन्तं ललितललितानङ्गकलया ।
कदाहं दुःखाब्धौ सपदि पतिता मूर्च्छितवती
न तामाश्वस्यार्तां सुचिरमनुशोचे निजदशाम् ॥ २१४ ॥ (214)

adrishtvaa raadhaanke nimishamapi tam naagaramanim
tayaa vaa khelantam lalitalalitaanangakalayaa
kadaaham duhkhaabdhau sapadi patitaa moorchchhitavatee
na taamaashvasyaartaam suchiramanushoche nijadashaam

Not seeing her beloved in her lap even for a moment, I fall fainting into an ocean of grief; unable to comfort her in her pain, when will I grieve long over my own state?

भूयो भूयः कमलनयने किं मुधा वार्यतेऽसौ
वाङ्मात्रेऽपि त्वदनुगमनं न त्यजत्येव धूर्तः ।
किञ्चिद्राधे कुरु कुचतटीप्रान्तमस्य म्रदीयं
चक्षुर्द्वारा तमनुपतितं चूर्णतामेतु चेतः ॥ २१५ ॥ (215)

bhooyo bhooyah kamalanayane kim mudhaa vaaryate'sau
vaanmaatre'pi tvadanugamanam na tyajatyeva dhoortah
kinchidraadhe kuru kuchatateepraantamasya mradeeyam
chakshurdvaaraa tamanupatitam choornataametu chetah

"Lotus-eyed one, why stop him only with words? The rogue will not stop following you." In the language of the pastimes, the sakhi playfully urges Radha to let his tender heart be captured by her beauty.

किं वा नस्तैः सुशास्त्रैः किमथ तदुदितैर्वर्त्मभिः सद्गृहीतै
र्यत्रास्ति प्रेममूर्तेर्नहि महिमसुधा नापि भावस्तदीयः ।
किं वा वैकुण्ठलक्ष्म्याप्यहह परमया यत्र मे नास्ति राधा
किन्त्वाशाप्यस्तु वृन्दावनभुवि मधुरा कोटिजन्मान्तरेऽपि ॥ २१६ ॥ (216)

kim vaa nastaih sushaastraih kimatha taduditairvartmabhih sadgriheetai
ryatraasti premamoorternahi mahimasudhaa naapi bhaavastadeeyah
kim vaa vaikunthalakshmyaapyahaha paramayaa yatra me naasti raadhaa
kintvaashaapyastu vrindaavanabhuvi madhuraa kotijanmaantare'pi

What use are scriptures, or the paths the good have taken, if they hold no glory of the form of love? What use is even Vaikuntha's splendour if Radha is not there? Let my sweet hope for Vrindavan last through millions of births.

श्याम श्यामेत्यनुपमरसापूर्णवर्णैर्जपन्ती
स्थित्वा स्थित्वा मधुरमधुरोत्तारमुच्चारयन्ती ।
मुक्तास्थूलान्नयनगलितानश्रुबिन्दून्वहन्ती
हृष्यद्रोमा प्रतिपदि चमत्कुर्वती पातु राधा ॥ २१७ ॥ (217)

shyaama shyaametyanupamarasaapoornavarnairjapantee
sthitvaa sthitvaa madhuramadhurottaaramuchchaarayantee
muktaasthoolaannayanagalitaanashrubindoonvahantee
hrishyadromaa pratipadi chamatkurvatee paatu raadhaa

Chanting "Shyam, Shyam" in syllables full of rasa, pausing to call again sweetly, shedding tears big as pearls, thrilling and startled at every step: may Radha protect us.

तादृङ्मूर्तिर्व्रजपतिसुतः पादयोर्मे पतित्वा
दन्ताग्रेणाथ धृत्वा तृणकममलान्काकुवादान्ब्रवीति ।
नित्यं चानुव्रजति कुरुते सङ्गमायोद्यमं चे
त्युद्वेगं मे प्रणयिनि किमावेदयेयं नु राधे ॥ २१८ ॥ (218)

taadrinmoortirvrajapatisutah paadayorme patitvaa
dantaagrenaatha dhritvaa trinakamamalaankaakuvaadaanbraveeti
nityam chaanuvrajati kurute sangamaayodyamam che
tyudvegam me pranayini kimaavedayeyam nu raadhe

"The prince of Braj, beautiful as he is, falls at my feet with a straw between his teeth and pleads, follows me everywhere, and tries to make me bring you together. Radhe, how can I tell you my distress?"

चलल्लीलागत्या क्वचिदनुचलद्धंसमिथुनं
क्वचित्केकिन्यग्रे कृतनटनचन्द्रक्यनुकृति ।
लताश्लिष्टं शाखिप्रवरमनुकुर्वत्क्वचिदहो
विदग्धद्वन्द्वं तद्रमत इह वृन्दावनभुवि ॥ २१९ ॥ (219)

chalalleelaagatyaa kvachidanuchaladdhamsamithunam
kvachitkekinyagre kritanatanachandrakyanukriti
lataashlishtam shaakhipravaramanukurvatkvachidaho
vidagdhadvandvam tadramata iha vrindaavanabhuvi

Sometimes walking with a playful gait like a pair of swans, sometimes dancing like a peacock before its mate, sometimes like a vine embracing a tree: that clever couple plays in Vrindavan.

व्याकोशेन्दीवरमथ रुचा हारि हेमारविन्दं
कालिन्दीयं सुरभिमनिलं शीतलं सेवमानम् ।
सान्द्रानन्दं नवनवरसं प्रोल्लसत्केलिवृन्दं
ज्योतिर्द्वन्द्वं मधुरमधुरं प्रेमकन्दं चकास्ति ॥ २२० ॥ (220)

vyaakoshendeevaramatha ruchaa haari hemaaravindam
kaalindeeyam surabhimanilam sheetalam sevamaanam
saandraanandam navanavarasam prollasatkelivrindam
jyotirdvandvam madhuramadhuram premakandam chakaasti

Outshining the blue lotus and the golden lotus, enjoying the cool, fragrant Yamuna breeze, full of deep joy, ever-new rasa and play: that sweet twin light, the root of love, shines.

कदा मधुरसारिकाः स्वरसपद्यमध्यापय
त्प्रदाय करतालिकाः क्वचन नर्तयत्केकिनम् ।
क्वचित्कनकवल्लरीवृततमाललीलाधनं
विदग्धमिथुनं तदद्भुतमुदेति वृन्दावने ॥ २२१ ॥ (221)

kadaa madhurasaarikaah svarasapadyamadhyaapaya
tpradaaya karataalikaah kvachana nartayatkekinam
kvachitkanakavallareevritatamaalaleelaadhanam
vidagdhamithunam tadadbhutamudeti vrindaavane

Teaching sweet mynas verses of their own love, clapping to make peacocks dance, rich like a tamala tree wrapped in a golden vine: that wondrous clever couple rises in Vrindavan.

पत्रालीं ललितां कपोलफलके नेत्राम्बुजे कज्जलं
रङ्गं बिम्बफलाधरे च कुचयोः काश्मीरजालेपनम् ।
श्रीराधे नवसङ्गमाय तरले पादाङ्गुलीपङ्क्तिषु
न्यस्यन्ती प्रणयादलक्तकरसं पूर्णा कदा स्यामहम् ॥ २२२ ॥ (222)

patraaleem lalitaam kapolaphalake netraambuje kajjalam
rangam bimbaphalaadhare cha kuchayoh kaashmeerajaalepanam
shreeraadhe navasangamaaya tarale paadaanguleepanktishu
nyasyantee pranayaadalaktakarasam poornaa kadaa syaamaham

Drawing designs on your cheeks, kajal on your lotus eyes, colour on your lips, saffron on you, and lovingly putting red lac on your toes as you hurry to meet your beloved: Shri Radhe, when will my wish be fulfilled?

श्रीगोवर्धन एक एव भवता पाणौ प्रयत्नाद्धृतो
राधावर्ष्मणि हेमशैलयुगले दृष्टेऽपि ते स्याद्भयम् ।
तद्गोपेन्द्रकुमार मा कुरु वृथा गर्वं परीहासतः
कर्ह्येवं वृषभानुनन्दिनि तव प्रेयांसमाभाषये ॥ २२३ ॥ (223)

shreegovardhana eka eva bhavataa paanau prayatnaaddhrito
raadhaavarshmani hemashailayugale drishte'pi te syaadbhayam
tadgopendrakumaara maa kuru vrithaa garvam pareehaasatah
karhyevam vrishabhaanunandini tava preyaamsamaabhaashaye

"You held up only one Govardhan with effort; why boast, prince of Braj?" Daughter of Vrishabhanu, when will I tease your beloved like this to make you smile?

अनङ्गजयमङ्गलध्वनितकिङ्किणीडिण्डिम
स्तनादिवरताडनैर्नखरदन्तघातैर्युतः ।
अहो चतुरनागरीनवकिशोरयोर्मञ्जुले
निकुञ्जनिलयाजिरे रतिरणोत्सवो जृम्भते ॥ २२४ ॥ (224)

anangajayamangaladhvanitakinkineedindima
stanaadivarataadanairnakharadantaghaatairyutah
aho chaturanaagareenavakishorayormanjule
nikunjanilayaajire ratiranotsavo jrimbhate

In the imagery of classical love poetry, the verse describes the playful contest of love between the clever young lady and the youthful lover in their lovely grove.

यूनोर्वीक्ष्य दरत्रपानटकलामादीक्षयन्ती दृशौ
वृण्वाना चकितेन सञ्चितमहारत्नस्तनं चाप्युरः ।
सा काचिद्वृषभानुवेश्मनि सखीमालासु बालावली
मौलिः खेलति विश्वमोहनमहासारूप्यमाचिन्वती ॥ २२५ ॥ (225)

yoonorveekshya daratrapaanatakalaamaadeekshayantee drishau
vrinvaanaa chakitena sanchitamahaaratnastanam chaapyurah
saa kaachidvrishabhaanuveshmani sakheemaalaasu baalaavalee
maulih khelati vishvamohanamahaasaaroopyamaachinvatee

In her girlhood in Vrishabhanu's house, she sees love between two young people and shyly learns its first lessons; that crest-jewel among girls plays with her friends, gathering a beauty that enchants the world.

ज्योतिःपुञ्जद्वयमिदमहो मण्डलाकारमस्या
वक्षस्युन्मादयति हृदयं किं फलत्यन्यदग्रे ।
भ्रूकोदण्डं नकृतघटनं सत्कटाक्षौघबाणैः
प्राणान्हन्यात्किमु परमतो भावि भूयो न जाने ॥ २२६ ॥ (226)

jyotihpunjadvayamidamaho mandalaakaaramasyaa
vakshasyunmaadayati hridayam kim phalatyanyadagre
bhrookodandam nakritaghatanam satkataakshaughabaanaih
praanaanhanyaatkimu paramato bhaavi bhooyo na jaane

In the poetic language of her dawning youth, the sakhi marvels at her beauty, which already enchants the heart, and wonders what it will become.

भोः श्रीदामन्सुबल वृषभस्तोककृष्णार्जुनाद्याः
किं वो दृष्टं मम नु चकिता दृग्गता नैव कुञ्जे ।
काचिद्देवी सकलभुवनाप्लाविलावण्यपूरा
दूरादेवाखिलमहरत प्रेयसो वस्तु सख्युः ॥ २२७ ॥ (227)

bhoh shreedaamansubala vrishabhastokakrishnaarjunaadyaah
kim vo drishtam mama nu chakitaa driggataa naiva kunje
kaachiddevee sakalabhuvanaaplaavilaavanyapooraa
dooraadevaakhilamaharata preyaso vastu sakhyuh

"Shridama, Subala and friends, what did you see? My startled eyes did not even enter the grove, yet some goddess, flooding the world with beauty, has stolen everything of your friend from afar."

गता दूरे गावो दिनमपि तुरीयांशमभज
द्वयं यातुं क्षान्तास्तव च जननी वर्त्मनयना ।
अकस्मात्तूष्णीके सजलनयने दीनवदने
लुठत्यस्यां भूमौ त्वयि नहि वयं प्राणिणिषवः ॥ २२८ ॥ (228)

gataa doore gaavo dinamapi tureeyaamshamabhaja
dvayam yaatum kshaantaastava cha jananee vartmanayanaa
akasmaattooshneeke sajalanayane deenavadane
luthatyasyaam bhoomau tvayi nahi vayam praaninishavah

The cows have gone far, the day is nearly over, we are tired, and your mother waits watching the road. You have suddenly fallen silent, eyes wet, face pale, lying on the ground: without you we cannot live.

नासाग्रे नवमौक्तिकं सुरुचिरं स्वर्णोज्ज्वलं बिभ्रती
नानाभङ्गिरनङ्गरङ्गविलसल्लीलातरङ्गावलिः ।
राधे त्वं प्रविलोभय व्रजमणिं रत्नच्छटामञ्जरी
चित्रोदञ्चितकञ्चुकस्थगितयोर्वक्षोजयोः शोभया ॥ २२९ ॥ (229)

naasaagre navamauktikam suruchiram svarnojjvalam bibhratee
naanaabhangiranangarangavilasalleelaatarangaavalih
raadhe tvam pravilobhaya vrajamanim ratnachchhataamanjaree
chitrodanchitakanchukasthagitayorvakshojayoh shobhayaa

With a lovely gold-set pearl at your nose, a wave of playful graces, Radhe, enchant the jewel of Braj with the beauty of your jewelled bodice.

अप्रेक्षे कृतनिश्चयापि सुचिरं वीक्षेत दृक्कोणतो
मौने दार्ढ्यमुपाश्रितापि निगदेत्तामेव याहीत्यहो ।
अस्पर्शे सुधृताशयापि करयोर्धृत्वा बहिर्यापये
द्राधाया इति मानदुःस्थितिमहं प्रेक्षे हसन्ती कदा ॥ २३० ॥ (230)

aprekshe kritanishchayaapi suchiram veeksheta drikkonato
maune daardhyamupaashritaapi nigadettaameva yaaheetyaho
asparshe sudhritaashayaapi karayordhritvaa bahiryaapaye
draadhaayaa iti maanaduhsthitimaham prekshe hasantee kadaa

She resolved not to look at him, yet keeps glancing from the corner of her eye; she resolved to stay silent, yet says "Go to her!"; she resolved not to touch him, yet takes his hands to push him out. When will I laugh at Radha's failed sulk?

रसागाधे राधाहृदि सरसि हंसः करतले
लसद्वंशस्रोतस्यमृतगुणसङ्गः प्रतिपदम् ।
चलत्पिच्छोत्तंसः सुरचितवतंसः प्रमदया
स्फुरद्गुञ्जागुच्छः स हि रसिकमौलिर्मिलतु माम् ॥ २३१ ॥ (231)

rasaagaadhe raadhaahridi sarasi hamsah karatale
lasadvamshasrotasyamritagunasangah pratipadam
chalatpichchhottamsah surachitavatamsah pramadayaa
sphuradgunjaaguchchhah sa hi rasikamaulirmilatu maam

A swan in the deep lake of Radha's heart, a flute pouring nectar in his hand, a swaying peacock feather on his head, lovely earrings, a gunja garland: may that crown of lovers meet me.

अकस्मात्कस्याश्चिन्नववसनमाकर्षति परां
मुरल्या धम्मिल्ले स्पृशति कुरुतेऽन्याकरधृतिम् ।
पतन्नित्यं राधापदकमलमूले व्रजपुरे
तदित्थं वीथीषु भ्रमति स महालम्पटमणिः ॥ २३२ ॥ (232)

akasmaatkasyaashchinnavavasanamaakarshati paraam
muralyaa dhammille sprishati kurute'nyaakaradhritim
patannityam raadhaapadakamalamoole vrajapure
tadittham veetheeshu bhramati sa mahaalampatamanih

He tugs one gopi's new cloth, touches another's hair with his flute, takes another's hand, yet always falls at the root of Radha's lotus feet: so the great charmer wanders the lanes of Braj.

एकस्या रतिचौर एव चकितं चान्यास्तनान्ते करं
कृत्वा कर्षति वेणुनान्यसुदृशो धम्मिल्लमल्लीस्रजम् ।
धत्तेऽन्याभुजवल्लिमुत्पुलकितां सङ्केतयत्यन्यया
राधायाः पदयोर्लुठत्यलममुं जाने महालम्पटम् ॥ २३३ ॥ (233)

ekasyaa ratichaura eva chakitam chaanyaastanaante karam
kritvaa karshati venunaanyasudrisho dhammillamalleesrajam
dhatte'nyaabhujavallimutpulakitaam sanketayatyanyayaa
raadhaayaah padayorluthatyalamamum jaane mahaalampatam

The sakhi laughs: he flirts with this one and that one, pulls a garland here and takes a hand there, yet rolls at Radha's feet. "I know this great rogue well."

प्रियांसे निक्षिप्तोत्पुलकभुजदण्डः क्वचिदपि
भ्रमन्वृन्दारण्ये मदकलकरीन्द्राद्भुतगतिः ।
निजां व्यञ्जन्नत्यद्भुतसुरतशिक्षां क्वचिदहो
रहःकुञ्जे गुञ्जाध्वनितमधुपे क्रीडति हरिः ॥ २३४ ॥ (234)

priyaamse nikshiptotpulakabhujadandah kvachidapi
bhramanvrindaaranye madakalakareendraadbhutagatih
nijaam vyanjannatyadbhutasuratashikshaam kvachidaho
rahahkunje gunjaadhvanitamadhupe kreedati harih

Sometimes wandering Vrindavan with his thrilled arm on his beloved's shoulder, walking like a proud elephant, sometimes playing in a secret grove humming with bees: so Hari plays.

दूरे सृष्ट्यादिवार्ता न कलयति मनाङ्नारदादीन्स्वभक्ता
ञ्छ्रीदामाद्यैः सुहृद्भिर्न मिलति हरति स्नेहवृद्धिं स्वपित्रोः ।
किन्तु प्रेमैकसीमां परमरससुधासिन्धुसारैरगाधां
श्रीराधामेव जानन्मधुपतिरनिशं कुञ्जवीथीमुपास्ते ॥ २३५ ॥ (235)

doore srishtyaadivaartaa na kalayati manaannaaradaadeensvabhaktaa
nchhreedaamaadyaih suhridbhirna milati harati snehavriddhim svapitroh
kintu premaikaseemaam paramarasasudhaasindhusaarairagaadhaam
shreeraadhaameva jaananmadhupatiranisham kunjaveetheemupaaste

Krishna gives no thought to creation, nor to devotees like Narada, nor meets friends like Shridama, nor seeks his parents' affection; knowing Shri Radha alone as the limit of love, he stays in the lanes of the grove day and night.

सुस्वादुसुरसतुन्दिल
मिन्दीवरवृन्दसुन्दरं किमपि ।
अधिवृन्दाटवि नन्दति
राधावक्षोजभूषणं ज्योतिः ॥ २३६ ॥ (236)

susvaadusurasatundila
mindeevaravrindasundaram kimapi
adhivrindaatavi nandati
raadhaavakshojabhooshanam jyotih

A light lovely as a cluster of blue lotuses, full of sweet rasa, rejoices in Vrindavan: the ornament on Radha's heart.

कान्तिः कापि परोज्ज्वला नवमिलच्छ्रीचन्द्रिकोद्भासिनी
रामाद्यद्भुतवर्णकाञ्चिद्रुचिर्नित्याधिकाङ्गच्छविः ।
लज्जानम्रतनुः स्मयेन मधुरा प्रीणाति केलिच्छटा
सन्मुक्ताफलचारुहारसुरुचिः स्वात्मार्पणेनाच्युतम् ॥ २३७ ॥ (237)

kaantih kaapi parojjvalaa navamilachchhreechandrikodbhaasinee
raamaadyadbhutavarnakaanchidruchirnityaadhikaangachchhavih
lajjaanamratanuh smayena madhuraa preenaati kelichchhataa
sanmuktaaphalachaaruhaarasuruchih svaatmaarpanenaachyutam

A bright radiance like new moonlight, jewel among her wondrous companions, her beauty ever growing, bowed with shyness and sweet with a smile, adorned with pearls: by giving herself she delights Achyuta.

यन्नारदाजेशशुकैरगम्यं
वृन्दावने वञ्जुलमञ्जुकुञ्जे ।
तत्कृष्णचेतोहरणैकविज्ञ
मत्रास्ति किञ्चित्परमं रहस्यम् ॥ २३८ ॥ (238)

yannaaradaajeshashukairagamyam
vrindaavane vanjulamanjukunje
tatkrishnachetoharanaikavijna
matraasti kinchitparamam rahasyam

In a lovely grove of Vrindavan there is a supreme secret, unreachable even by Narada, Brahma, Shiva and Shuka, which alone can steal Krishna's heart.

लक्ष्म्याश्च न गोचरी भवति यन्नापुः सखायः प्रभोः
सम्भाव्योऽपि विरिञ्चिनारदशिवस्वायम्भुवाद्यैर्न यः ।
यो वृन्दावननागरीपशुपतिस्त्रीभावलभ्यः कथं
राधामाधवयोर्ममास्तु स रहोदास्याधिकारोत्सवः ॥ २३९ ॥ (239)

lakshmyaashcha na gocharee bhavati yannaapuh sakhaayah prabhoh
sambhaavyo'pi virinchinaaradashivasvaayambhuvaadyairna yah
yo vrindaavananaagareepashupatistreebhaavalabhyah katham
raadhaamaadhavayormamaastu sa rahodaasyaadhikaarotsavah

Not seen even by Lakshmi, not reached by the Lord's friends, not even imagined by Brahma, Narada and Shiva, found only through the feeling of the gopis of Vrindavan: may that secret service of Radha and Madhava be mine.

उच्छिष्टामृतभुक्तवैव चरितं शृण्वंस्तवैव स्मर
न्पादाम्भोजरजस्तवैव विचरन्कुञ्जांस्तवैवालयान् ।
गायन्दिव्यगुणांस्तवैव रसदे पश्यंस्तवैवाकृतिं
श्रीराधे तनुवाङ्मनोभिरमलैः सोऽहं तवैवाश्रितः ॥ २४० ॥ (240)

uchchhishtaamritabhuktavaiva charitam shrinvamstavaiva smara
npaadaambhojarajastavaiva vicharankunjaamstavaivaalayaan
gaayandivyagunaamstavaiva rasade pashyamstavaivaakritim
shreeraadhe tanuvaanmanobhiramalaih so'ham tavaivaashritah

Eating only your remnants, hearing only your stories, remembering only you, wandering only your groves, singing only your qualities and seeing only your form: Shri Radhe, in body, speech and mind I am yours alone.

क्रीडन्मीनद्वयाक्ष्याः स्फुरदधरमणीविद्रुमश्रोणिभार
द्वीपायामोन्तरालस्मरकलभकटाटोपवक्षोरुहायाः ।
गम्भीरावर्तनाभेर्बहुलहरिमहाप्रेमपीयूषसिन्धोः
श्रीराधायाः पदाम्भोरुहपरिचरणे योग्यतामेव चिन्वे ॥ २४१ ॥ (241)

kreedanmeenadvayaakshyaah sphuradadharamaneevidrumashronibhaara
dveepaayaamontaraalasmarakalabhakataatopavakshoruhaayaah
gambheeraavartanaabherbahulaharimahaapremapeeyooshasindhoh
shreeraadhaayaah padaambhoruhaparicharane yogyataameva chinve

In the imagery of classical poetry, the sakhi describes Radha as an ocean of Hari's love and seeks only the fitness to serve her lotus feet.

मालाग्रन्थनशिक्षया मृदुमृदुश्रीखण्डनिर्घर्षणा
देशेनाद्भुतमोदकादिविधिभिः कुञ्जान्तसम्मार्जनैः ।
वृन्दारण्यरहःस्थलीषु विवशा प्रेमार्तिभारोद्गमा
त्प्राणेशं परिचारिकैः खलु कदा दास्या मयाधीश्वरी ॥ २४२ ॥ (242)

maalaagranthanashikshayaa mridumridushreekhandanirgharshanaa
deshenaadbhutamodakaadividhibhih kunjaantasammaarjanaih
vrindaaranyarahahsthaleeshu vivashaa premaartibhaarodgamaa
tpraanesham parichaarikaih khalu kadaa daasyaa mayaadheeshvaree

Teaching me to string garlands, to grind sandal gently, to make sweets and to sweep the grove, when will my mistress, overcome with longing for her beloved, accept me as her maidservant?

प्रेमाम्भोधिरसोल्लसत्तरुणिमारम्भेण गम्भीरदृग्
भेदाभङ्गिमृदुस्मितामृतनवज्योत्स्नाञ्चितश्रीमुखी ।
श्रीराधा सुखधामनि प्रविलसद्वृन्दाटवीसीमनि
प्रेयोऽङ्के रतिकौतुकानि कुरुते कन्दर्पलीलानिधिः ॥ २४३ ॥ (243)

premaambhodhirasollasattarunimaarambhena gambheeradrig
bhedaabhangimridusmitaamritanavajyotsnaanchitashreemukhee
shreeraadhaa sukhadhaamani pravilasadvrindaataveeseemani
preyo'nke ratikautukaani kurute kandarpaleelaanidhih

Her glance deepened by the dawning of love, her face lit with a gentle nectar smile: Shri Radha, treasure of love's play, delights in her beloved's arms in Vrindavan.

शुद्धप्रेमविलासवैभवनिधिः कैशोरशोभानिधि
र्वैदग्धीमधुराङ्गभङ्गिमनिधिर्लावण्यसम्पन्निधिः ।
श्रीराधा जयतान्महारसनिधिः कन्दर्पलीलानिधिः
सौन्दर्यैकसुधानिधिर्मधुपतेः सर्वस्वभूतो निधिः ॥ २४४ ॥ (244)

shuddhapremavilaasavaibhavanidhih kaishorashobhaanidhi
rvaidagdheemadhuraangabhangimanidhirlaavanyasampannidhih
shreeraadhaa jayataanmahaarasanidhih kandarpaleelaanidhih
saundaryaikasudhaanidhirmadhupateh sarvasvabhooto nidhih

Treasure of pure love's play, of youthful beauty, of graceful movement, of loveliness, of great rasa, of the play of love, and of beauty itself, the very treasure of Krishna: glory to Shri Radha.

नीलेन्दीवरवृन्दकान्तिलहरीचौरं किशोरद्वयं
त्वय्ये तत्कुचयोश्चकास्ति किमिदं रूपेण सम्मोहनम् ।
तन्मामात्मसखीं कुरु द्वितरुणीयं नौ दृढं श्लिष्यति
स्वच्छायामभिवीक्ष्य मुह्यति हरौ राधास्मितं पातु नः ॥ २४५ ॥ (245)

neelendeevaravrindakaantilahareechauram kishoradvayam
tvayye tatkuchayoshchakaasti kimidam roopena sammohanam
tanmaamaatmasakheem kuru dvitaruneeyam nau dridham shlishyati
svachchhaayaamabhiveekshya muhyati harau raadhaasmitam paatu nah

Seeing his own reflection in her and being enchanted, Krishna playfully asks to be made her sakhi. May Radha's gentle smile at Hari's bewilderment protect us.

सङ्गत्यापि महोत्सवेन मधुराकारां हृदि प्रेयसः
स्वच्छायामभिवीक्ष्य कौस्तुभमणौ सम्भूतशोकक्रुधः ।
उत्क्षिप्य प्रियपाणिमेव विनयेत्युक्त्वा गताया बहिः
सख्यै सास्रनिवेदितानि किमहं श्रोष्यामि ते राधिके ॥ २४६ ॥ (246)

sangatyaapi mahotsavena madhuraakaaraam hridi preyasah
svachchhaayaamabhiveekshya kaustubhamanau sambhootashokakrudhah
utkshipya priyapaanimeva vinayetyuktvaa gataayaa bahih
sakhyai saasraniveditaani kimaham shroshyaami te raadhike

Seeing her own lovely reflection in the Kaustubha gem on her beloved's chest, she grows jealous and hurt, pushes his hand away and goes out. Radhike, will I hear the tearful words you tell your sakhi?

महामणिवरस्रजं कुसुमसञ्चयैरञ्चितं
महामरकतप्रभाग्रथितमोहितश्यामलम् ।
महारसमहीपतेरिव विचित्रसिद्धासनं
कदा नु तव राधिके कबरभारमालोकये ॥ २४७ ॥ (247)

mahaamanivarasrajam kusumasanchayairanchitam
mahaamarakataprabhaagrathitamohitashyaamalam
mahaarasamaheepateriva vichitrasiddhaasanam
kadaa nu tava raadhike kabarabhaaramaalokaye

Your braid, adorned with a jewelled garland and flowers, its dark sheen outshining emeralds, like a throne for the king of rasa: Radhike, when will I behold it?

मध्ये मध्ये कुसुमखचितं रत्नदाम्ना निबद्धं
मल्लीमाल्यैर्घनपरिमलैर्भूषितं लम्बमानैः ।
पश्चाद्राजन्मणिवरकृतोदारमाणिक्यगुच्छं
धम्मिल्लं ते हरिकरधृतं कर्हि पश्यामि राधे ॥ २४८ ॥ (248)

madhye madhye kusumakhachitam ratnadaamnaa nibaddham
malleemaalyairghanaparimalairbhooshitam lambamaanaih
pashchaadraajanmanivarakritodaaramaanikyaguchchham
dhammillam te harikaradhritam karhi pashyaami raadhe

Woven with flowers, tied with a jewelled string, adorned with fragrant hanging jasmine and a cluster of rubies at the back, your braid arranged by Hari's own hands: Radhe, when will I see it?

विचित्राभिर्भङ्गीविततिभिरहो चेतसि परं
चमत्कारं यच्छंल्ललितमणिमुक्तादिललितः ।
रसावेशाद्वित्तः स्मरमधुरवृत्ताखिलमहो
द्भुतस्ते सीमन्ते नवकनकपट्टो विजयते ॥ २४९ ॥ (249)

vichitraabhirbhangeevitatibhiraho chetasi param
chamatkaaram yachchhamllalitamanimuktaadilalitah
rasaaveshaadvittah smaramadhuravrittaakhilamaho
dbhutaste seemante navakanakapatto vijayate

The new golden ornament at the parting of your hair, set with jewels and pearls, fills the heart with wonder through its many graces. Glory to it.

अहो द्वैधीकर्तुं कृतिभिरनुरागामृतरस
प्रवाहैः सुस्निग्धैः कुटिलरुचिरश्याम उचितः ।
इतीयं सीमन्ते नवरुचिरसिन्दूररचिता
सुरेखा नः प्रख्यापयितुमिव राधे विजयते ॥ २५० ॥ (250)

aho dvaidheekartum kritibhiranuraagaamritarasa
pravaahaih susnigdhaih kutilaruchirashyaama uchitah
iteeyam seemante navaruchirasindoorarachitaa
surekhaa nah prakhyaapayitumiva raadhe vijayate

The fresh line of sindoor in your parting, Radhe, seems to announce that the curling dark one is rightly divided by streams of love. Glory to it.

चकोरस्ते वक्त्रामृतकिरणबिम्बे मधुकर
स्तव श्रीपादाब्जे जघनपुलिने खञ्जनवरः ।
स्फुरन्मीनो जातस्त्वयि रससरस्यां मधुपतेः
सुखाटव्यां राधे त्वयि च हरिणस्तस्य नयनम् ॥ २५१ ॥ (251)

chakoraste vaktraamritakiranabimbe madhukara
stava shreepaadaabje jaghanapuline khanjanavarah
sphuranmeeno jaatastvayi rasasarasyaam madhupateh
sukhaatavyaam raadhe tvayi cha harinastasya nayanam

Krishna's eyes are chakoras for the moon of your face, bees at your lotus feet, wagtails on your shores, fish in your lake of rasa, and deer in your forest of joy, Radhe.

स्पृष्ट्वा स्पृष्ट्वा मृदुकरतलेनाङ्गमङ्गं सुशीतं
सान्द्रानन्दामृतरसह्रदे मज्जतो माधवस्य ।
अङ्के पङ्केरुहसुनयना प्रेममूर्तिः स्फुरन्ती
गाढाश्लेषोन्नमितचिबुका चुम्बिता पातु राधा ॥ २५२ ॥ (252)

sprishtvaa sprishtvaa mridukaratalenaangamangam susheetam
saandraanandaamritarasahrade majjato maadhavasya
anke pankeruhasunayanaa premamoortih sphurantee
gaadhaashleshonnamitachibukaa chumbitaa paatu raadhaa

Madhava, touching her cool limbs again and again with his soft hands, sinks into a lake of deep joy; lotus-eyed Radha, the form of love, glowing in his lap: may she protect us.

सदा गायं गायं मधुरतरराधाप्रिययशः
सदा सान्द्रानन्दा नवरसदराधापतिकथाः ।
सदा स्थायं स्थायं नवनिभृतराधारतिवने
सदा ध्यायं ध्यायं विवशहृदि राधापदसुधाः ॥ २५३ ॥ (253)

sadaa gaayam gaayam madhuratararaadhaapriyayashah
sadaa saandraanandaa navarasadaraadhaapatikathaah
sadaa sthaayam sthaayam navanibhritaraadhaarativane
sadaa dhyaayam dhyaayam vivashahridi raadhaapadasudhaah

Always singing Radha's sweet glory, always telling joyful stories of Radha's beloved, always dwelling in Radha's secret forest, always meditating on the nectar of Radha's feet: when will my heart be overcome?

श्याम श्यामेत्यमृतरससंस्रावि वर्णाञ्जपन्ती
प्रेमौत्कण्ठ्यात्क्षणमपि सरोमाञ्चमुच्चैर्लपन्ती ।
सर्वत्रोच्चाटनमिव गता दुःखदुःखेन पारं
काङ्क्षत्यह्नो दिनकरमलं क्रुध्यती पातु राधा ॥ २५४ ॥ (254)

shyaama shyaametyamritarasasamsraavi varnaanjapantee
premautkanthyaatkshanamapi saromaanchamuchchairlapantee
sarvatrochchaatanamiva gataa duhkhaduhkhena paaram
kaankshatyahno dinakaramalam krudhyatee paatu raadhaa

Chanting "Shyam, Shyam" in syllables that pour nectar, crying aloud in longing, thrilled, restless everywhere, passing the day with great pain and angry at the sun for not setting: may Radha protect us.

कदाचिद्गायन्ती प्रियरतिकलावैभवगतिं
कदाचिद्ध्यायन्ती प्रियसहभविष्यद्विलसितम् ।
अलं मुञ्चामुञ्चेत्यतिमधुरमुग्धप्रलपितै
र्नयन्ती श्रीराधा दिनमिह कदा नन्दयतु नः ॥ २५५ ॥ (255)

kadaachidgaayantee priyaratikalaavaibhavagatim
kadaachiddhyaayantee priyasahabhavishyadvilasitam
alam munchaamunchetyatimadhuramugdhapralapitai
rnayantee shreeraadhaa dinamiha kadaa nandayatu nah

Sometimes singing of her beloved's play, sometimes imagining their coming meeting, sometimes murmuring sweetly "Let go, let go": when will Radha, passing the day like this, give us joy?

श्रीगोविन्द व्रजवरवधूवृन्दचूडामणिस्ते
कोटिप्राणाभ्यधिकपरमप्रेष्ठपादाब्जलक्ष्मीः ।
कैङ्कर्येणाद्भुतनवरसेनैव मां स्वीकरोतु
भूयो भूयः प्रतिमुहुरधिस्वामि सम्प्रार्थयेऽहम् ॥ २५६ ॥ (256)

shreegovinda vrajavaravadhoovrindachoodaamaniste
kotipraanaabhyadhikaparamapreshthapaadaabjalakshmeeh
kainkaryenaadbhutanavarasenaiva maam sveekarotu
bhooyo bhooyah pratimuhuradhisvaami sampraarthaye'ham

Shri Govinda, the crest-jewel of Braj's women, whose feet you love more than millions of lives: may she accept me into her wondrous service. Lord, I pray to you for this again and again.

अनेन प्रीता मे दिशतु निजकैङ्कर्यपदवीं
दवीयो दृष्टीनां पदमहह राधा सुखमयी ।
निधायैवं चित्ते कुवलयरुचिं बर्हमुकुटं
किशोरं ध्यायामि द्रुतकनकपीतच्छविपटम् ॥ २५७ ॥ (257)

anena preetaa me dishatu nijakainkaryapadaveem
daveeyo drishteenaam padamahaha raadhaa sukhamayee
nidhaayaivam chitte kuvalayaruchim barhamukutam
kishoram dhyaayaami drutakanakapeetachchhavipatam

Holding in my heart the youth with a peacock crown, blue as a lotus, in a garment golden as molten gold, I meditate on him, so that Radha, the abode of joy, pleased, may grant me her service.

ध्यायंस्तं शिखिपिच्छमौलिमनिशं तन्नामसङ्कीर्तय
न्नित्यं तच्चरणाम्बुजं परिचरंस्तन्मन्त्रवर्यं जपन् ।
श्रीराधापददास्यमेव परमाभीष्टं हृदा धारयन्
कर्हि स्यां तदनुग्रहेण परमोद्भूतानुरागोत्सवः ॥ २५८ ॥ (258)

dhyaayamstam shikhipichchhamaulimanisham tannaamasankeertaya
nnityam tachcharanaambujam paricharamstanmantravaryam japan
shreeraadhaapadadaasyameva paramaabheeshtam hridaa dhaarayan
karhi syaam tadanugrahena paramodbhootaanuraagotsavah

Meditating day and night on the one with the peacock crown, chanting his name, serving his feet, repeating his mantra, yet holding service to Radha's feet as my highest goal: when will I, by his grace, overflow with love?

श्रीराधारसिकेन्द्ररूपगुणवद्गीतानि संश्रावयन्
गुञ्जामञ्जुलहारबर्हमुकुटाद्यावेदयंश्चाग्रतः ।
श्यामप्रेषितपूगमाल्यनवगन्धाद्यैश्च संप्रीणयं
स्त्वत्पादाब्जनखच्छटारसह्रदे मग्नः कदा स्यामहम् ॥ २५९ ॥ (259)

shreeraadhaarasikendraroopagunavadgeetaani samshraavayan
gunjaamanjulahaarabarhamukutaadyaavedayamshchaagratah
shyaamapreshitapoogamaalyanavagandhaadyaishcha sampreenayam
stvatpaadaabjanakhachchhataarasahrade magnah kadaa syaamaham

Singing songs of Radha's and Krishna's beauty and qualities, offering gunja garlands and peacock crowns, pleasing you with betel, garlands and perfumes sent by Shyam: when will I be lost in the glow of your toenails?

क्वासौ राधा निगमपदवीदूरगा कुत्र चासौ
कृष्णस्तस्याः कुचकमलयोरन्तरैकान्तवासः ।
क्वाहं तुच्छः परममधमः प्राण्यहो गर्ह्यकर्मा
यत्तन्नाम स्फुरति महिमा एष वृन्दावनस्य ॥ २६० ॥ (260)

kvaasau raadhaa nigamapadaveedooragaa kutra chaasau
krishnastasyaah kuchakamalayorantaraikaantavaasah
kvaaham tuchchhah paramamadhamah praanyaho garhyakarmaa
yattannaama sphurati mahimaa esha vrindaavanasya

Where is Radha, far beyond the reach of the Vedas, and Krishna who dwells in her heart? And where am I, worthless and lowly? That her name still shines in me is the glory of Vrindavan alone.

वृन्दारण्ये नवरसकलाकोमलप्रेममूर्तेः
श्रीराधायाश्चरणकमलामोदमाधुर्यसीमा ।
राधां ध्यायन्रसिकतिलकेनात्तकेलीविलासां
तामेवाहं कथमिह तनुं न्यस्य दासी भवेयम् ॥ २६१ ॥ (261)

vrindaaranye navarasakalaakomalapremamoorteh
shreeraadhaayaashcharanakamalaamodamaadhuryaseemaa
raadhaam dhyaayanrasikatilakenaattakeleevilaasaam
taamevaaham kathamiha tanum nyasya daasee bhaveyam

Meditating on Radha, the tender form of love who plays with the crown of lovers, when will I leave this body in Vrindavan and become her maidservant, the furthest limit of the fragrance of her lotus feet?

हा कालिन्दि त्वयि मम निधिः प्रेयसा क्षालितो भू
द्भो भो दिव्याद्भुततरुलतास्त्वत्करस्पर्शभाजः ।
हे राधायाः रतिगृहशुका हे मृगा हे मयूराः
भूयो भूयः प्रणतिभिरहं प्रार्थये वोऽनुकम्पाम् ॥ २६२ ॥ (262)

haa kaalindi tvayi mama nidhih preyasaa kshaalito bhoo
dbho bho divyaadbhutatarulataastvatkarasparshabhaajah
he raadhaayaah ratigrihashukaa he mrigaa he mayooraah
bhooyo bhooyah pranatibhiraham praarthaye vo'nukampaam

O Yamuna, my treasure has been washed by her beloved in you; O wondrous trees and vines, you have known the touch of her hands; O parrots, deer and peacocks of Radha's grove: I bow and beg your kindness again and again.

वहन्ती राधायाः कुचकलशकाश्मीरजमहो
जलक्रीडावेशाद्गलितमतुलप्रेमरसदम् ।
इयं सा कालिन्दी विकसितनवेन्दीवररुचि
स्सदा मन्दीभूतं हृदयमिह सन्दीपयतु मे ॥ २६३ ॥ (263)

vahantee raadhaayaah kuchakalashakaashmeerajamaho
jalakreedaaveshaadgalitamatulapremarasadam
iyam saa kaalindee vikasitanavendeevararuchi
ssadaa mandeebhootam hridayamiha sandeepayatu me

The Yamuna, carrying the saffron washed from Radha in her water play, shining like a blooming blue lotus: may she always rekindle my dull heart.

सद्योगीन्द्रसुदृश्यसान्द्ररसदानन्दैकसन्मूर्तयः
सर्वेऽप्यद्भुतसन्महिम्नि मधुरे वृन्दावने सङ्गताः ।
ये क्रूरा अपि पापिनो न च सतां सम्भाष्यदृश्याश्च ये
सर्वान्वस्तुतया निरीक्ष्य परमस्वाराध्यबुद्धिर्मम ॥ २६४ ॥ (264)

sadyogeendrasudrishyasaandrarasadaanandaikasanmoortayah
sarve'pyadbhutasanmahimni madhure vrindaavane sangataah
ye krooraa api paapino na cha sataam sambhaashyadrishyaashcha ye
sarvaanvastutayaa nireekshya paramasvaaraadhyabuddhirmama

All who belong to wondrous, sweet Vrindavan, even those who seem harsh or sinful and unfit to be seen, are in truth forms of joy worth beholding by the greatest yogis. Seeing them as they truly are, I hold them all worthy of worship.

यद्राधापदकिङ्करीकृतहृदां सम्यग्भवेद्गोचरं
ध्येयं नैव कदापि यद्धृदि विना तस्याः कृपास्पर्शतः ।
यत्प्रेमामृतसिन्धुसाररसदं पापैकभाजामपि
तद्वृन्दावनदुष्प्रवेशमहिमाश्चर्यं हृदि स्फूर्जतु ॥ २६५ ॥ (265)

yadraadhaapadakinkareekritahridaam samyagbhavedgocharam
dhyeyam naiva kadaapi yaddhridi vinaa tasyaah kripaasparshatah
yatpremaamritasindhusaararasadam paapaikabhaajaamapi
tadvrindaavanadushpraveshamahimaashcharyam hridi sphoorjatu

Seen truly only by hearts that have become Radha's maidservants, never reached without the touch of her grace, giving the essence of love even to the most sinful: may that wondrous, hard-to-enter glory of Vrindavan shine in my heart.

राधाकेलिकलासु साक्षिणि कदा वृन्दावने पावने
वत्स्यामि स्फुटमुज्ज्वलाद्भुतरसे प्रेमैकमत्ताकृतिः ।
तेजोरूपनिकुञ्ज एव कलयन्नेत्रादिपिण्डस्थितं
तादृक्स्वोचितदिव्यकोमलवपुः स्वीयं समालोकये ॥ २६६ ॥ (266)

raadhaakelikalaasu saakshini kadaa vrindaavane paavane
vatsyaami sphutamujjvalaadbhutarase premaikamattaakritih
tejoroopanikunja eva kalayannetraadipindasthitam
taadriksvochitadivyakomalavapuh sveeyam samaalokaye

When will I live in holy Vrindavan, witness of Radha's play, intoxicated with love, and see my own tender divine body there, fitting for service in the radiant grove?

यत्र यत्र मम जन्म कर्मभि
र्नारकेऽथ परमे पदेऽथवा ।
राधिकारतिनिकुञ्जमण्डली
तत्र तत्र हृदि मे विराजताम् ॥ २६७ ॥ (267)

yatra yatra mama janma karmabhi
rnaarake'tha parame pade'thavaa
raadhikaaratinikunjamandalee
tatra tatra hridi me viraajataam

Wherever my karma takes me to be born, in hell or in the highest heaven, may the circle of Radha's grove always shine in my heart.

क्वाहं मूढमतिः क्व नाम परमानन्दैकसारं रसः
श्रीराधाचरणानुभावकथया निस्यन्दमाना गिरः ।
लग्नाः कोमलकुञ्जपुञ्जविलसद्वृन्दाटवीमण्डले
क्रीडच्छ्रीवृषभानुजापदनखज्योतिश्छटाः प्रायशः ॥ २६८ ॥ (268)

kvaaham moodhamatih kva naama paramaanandaikasaaram rasah
shreeraadhaacharanaanubhaavakathayaa nisyandamaanaa girah
lagnaah komalakunjapunjavilasadvrindaataveemandale
kreedachchhreevrishabhaanujaapadanakhajyotishchhataah praayashah

Where am I, foolish, and where that rasa, the essence of supreme joy? Yet my words, flowing from telling the glory of Radha's feet, are filled with the glow of her toenails as she plays in Vrindavan's tender groves.

श्रीराधे श्रुतिभिर्बुधैर्भगवताप्यामृग्यसद्वैभवे
स्वस्तोत्रे स्वकृपात एव सहजो योग्योऽप्यहं कारितः ।
पद्येनैव सदापराधिनि महन्मार्गं विरुद्ध्य त्वदे
काशे स्नेहजलाकुलाक्षि किमपि प्रीतिं प्रसादीकुरु ॥ २६९ ॥ (269)

shreeraadhe shrutibhirbudhairbhagavataapyaamrigyasadvaibhave
svastotre svakripaata eva sahajo yogyo'pyaham kaaritah
padyenaiva sadaaparaadhini mahanmaargam viruddhya tvade
kaashe snehajalaakulaakshi kimapi preetim prasaadeekuru

Shri Radhe, whose glory is sought even by the Vedas, the wise and the Lord himself, by your grace alone I was made fit to write this hymn. Though I always fall short, I hope in you alone; you with loving tear-filled eyes, grant me your love.

अद्भुतानन्दलोभश्चे
न्नाम्ना रससुधानिधिः ।
स्तवोऽयं कर्णकलशै
र्गृहीत्वा पीयतां बुधाः ॥ २७० ॥ (270)

adbhutaanandalobhashche
nnaamnaa rasasudhaanidhih
stavo'yam karnakalashai
rgriheetvaa peeyataam budhaah

If you long for wondrous joy, wise ones, take this hymn called Rasa Sudha Nidhi and drink it through the vessels of your ears.