Sri Vilapa Kusumanjali 4/4

Sri Raghunatha Dasa Gosvami

api sumukhi kadāhaṁ mālatī-keli-talpe

madhura-madhura-goṣṭhīṁ vibhratīṁ vallabhena |

manasija-sukhade 'smin mandire smera-gaṇḍāṁ

sapulaka-tanur eṣā tvāṁ kadā bījayāmi || 81||

O fair-faced dame, recumbent on your bed,

With fragrant jasmine flowers overspread,

You recline in sweet discourse with your Lord,

In a grove that doth to love joy afford;

And as your cheeks dilate with smiles, will I

A fan, thrilled with horripilation, ply? 81

āyātodyat-kamala-vadane hanta līlābhisārād

gatyāṭopaiḥ śrama-vilulitaṁ devi pādābja-yugmam |

snehāt saṁvāhayitum api hrī-puñja-mūrte’py alajjaṁ

nāma-grāhaṁ nija-janam imaṁ hā kadā notsyasi tvam ||82||

O damsel with the blooming lotus-face!

As you swiftly on the love-journey pace,

When you become fatigued, will you call me,

Although you are endued with modesty,

With affection, and by name, unto you,

Your lotus-feet, O Goddess, to shampoo? 82

hā naptri rādhe tava sūrya-bhakteḥ

kālaḥ samutpanna itaḥ kuto’si |

itīva roṣān mukharā lapantī

sudheva kiṁ māṁ sukhayiṣyatīha ||83||

‘O granddaughter, Radhe! The time has come,

O where are you? For worship of the sun.’

May Mukhara’s angry speech excite me,

As t’were ambrosia of ecstasy. 83

devi bhāṣita-pīyūṣaṁ

smita-karpūra-vāsitam |

śrotrābhyāṁ nayanābhyāṁ te

kiṁ nu seviṣyate mayā ||84||

Your speech is pure nectar, O Goddess mine;

As camphor scented your bright smile divine;

Will my ears and eyes gain beatitude,

In delectation of your servitude? 84

kusuma-cayana-khelāṁ kurvatī tvaṁ parītā

rasa-kuṭila-sakhībhiḥ prāṇa-nāthena sārdham |

kapaṭa-kalaha-kelyā kvāpi roṣeṇa bhinnā

mama mudam atibelaṁ dhāsyase suvrate kim ||85||

O damsel of pious vows, when you go

To pick flowers, my joy will overflow;

As when your playful friends upon your side,

Remonstrate with your beloved and chide;

When he with feigned anger sought to oppose

Your way, a most deliscious quarrel rose. 85

nānā-vidhaiḥ pṛthula-kāku-bharair asahyaiḥ

samprārthitaḥ priyatayā bata mādhavena |

tvan-māna-bhaṅga-vidhaye sadaye jano’yaṁ

vyagraḥ patiṣyati kadā lalitā-padānte ||86||

O damsel of the tender heart and bless’d,

When Madhava doth piteous protest,

With plaint unbearable he doth reveal,

His longing, and to this one doth appeal;

And when will I, disquieted, proceed,

To friend Lalita, and at her feet plead,

That she, in arts of consolation tried,

May break the resolution of your pride? 86

prītyā maṅgala-gīta-nṛtya-vilasad-vīṇādi-vādyotsavaiḥ

śuddhānāṁ payasāṁ ghaṭair bahu-vidhaiḥ saṁvāsitānāṁ bhṛśam |

vṛndāraṇya-mahādhipatya-vidhaye yaḥ paurṇamāsyā svayaṁ

dhīre saṁvihitaḥ sa kiṁ tava mahā-seko mayā drakṣyate ||87||

O damsel of the grave and sober mien,

When will I see you anointed great queen?

When nimble dancers dance and singers sing,

Responsive to the veena’s warbling string;

With many jugs of fresh water kept there;

Paurnamasi herself, with pious care,

Conducts the bathing ceremonial,

Amid the joyous song and festival. 87

bhrātrā goyutam atra mañju-vadane snehena dattvālayaṁ

śrīdāmnā kṛpaṇāṁ pratoṣya jaṭilāṁ rakṣākhya-rākā-kṣaṇe |

nītāyāḥ sukha-śoka-rodana-bharais te saṁdravantyāḥ paraṁ

vātsalyāj janakau vidhāsyata itaḥ kiṁ lālanāṁ me’grataḥ ||88||

O fair-faced damsel, when your brother came

On the full moon day, called by Raksha’s name,

Gift of ten thousand kine Sridama brought

To please the greedy Jatila, and sought

To bring you to your own paternal home

Where your dear parents offer such welcome,

O’erwhelmed in the excess of tender love,

Their mixed feelings of joy and sorrow strove.

As they upon your head fond kisses press,

They cuddle and with affection caress.

Will I see, as along with you I go,

Your mingled tears of joy and sorrow flow? 88

lajjayāli-purataḥ parato māṁ

gahvaraṁ giri-pater bata nītvā |

divya-gānam api tat-svara-bhedaṁ

śikṣyayiṣyasi kadā sadaye tvam ||89||

O graceful damsel, diffident and shy

Before your friends; will you covertly hie

With me to a mountain grotto, and there

Teach me to sing with fond instructive car,

The modulations of music sublime,

And express purest love in song divine? 89

yācitā lalitayā kila devyā

lajjayā nata-mukhīṁ gaṇato mām |

devi divya-rasa-kāvya-kadambaṁ

pāṭhayiṣyasi kadā praṇayena ||90||

O my Goddess, on Lalita’s behest,

Will you make of me a loving request,

While I with modesty disquieted,

In bashful dismay, lowering my head,

The sweet sublime amorous theme rehearse,

From a collection of exquisite verse? 90

nija-kuṇḍa-taṭi-kuñje

guñjad-bhramara-saṅkule |

devi tvaṁ kacchapi-śikṣāṁ

kadā māṁ kārayiṣyasi ||91||

Upon your lakeside in a bower grove,

O my Goddess, where the buzzing bees rove,

Will you instruction unto me impart,

In playing on the stringed veena the art? 91

vihārais truṭitaṁ hāraṁ

gumphituṁ dayitaṁ kadā |

sakhīnāṁ lajjayā devi

saṁjñayā māṁ nidekṣyasi ||92||

O Goddess, who before your friends are shy,

Endued with natural sweet modesty;

Will you a secret hint to me convey,

To string your necklace, broken in love play? 92

sva-mukhān man-mukhe devi

kadā tāmbūla-carvitam |

snehāt sarva-diśe vīkṣya

samaye tvaṁ pradāsyasi ||93||

O Goddess, from your own mouth into mine,

Will you transfer your chewed betel divine,

With love, and looking out on every side,

Betimes that you by none may be espied? 93

niviḍa-madana-yuddhe prāṇa-nāthena sārdhaṁ

dayita-madhura-kāñcī yā madād vismṛtāsīt |

śaśimukhi samaye tāṁ hanta sambhālya bhaṅgyā

tvaritam iha tad-arthaṁ kiṁ tvayāhaṁ praheyā ||94||

O damsel of the moon-bright face, will I

Upon you covert hints and gestures, fly

To fetch your belt, dropped in amorous strife,

And love-skirmish, with the Lord of your life? 94

kenāpi doṣa-lava-mātra-lavena devi

santāḍyamāna iha dhīra-mate tvayoccaiḥ |

roṣeṇa tal lalitayā kila nīyamānaḥ

sandrakṣyate kim u manāk sadaraṁ jano’yam ||95||

O grave and sober dame, when you upbraid

This lowly one for some minor fault made,

Will Lalita bring me to you again,

That I may your good gracious glance regain? 95

tavaivāsmi tavaivāsmi

na jīvāmi tvayā vinā |

iti vijñāya devi tvaṁ

naya māṁ caraṇāntike ||96||

In very truth, I am thine, I am thine,

Sans thee I have no life, Goddess divine!

Apprising thee of this I grace entreat,

That thou mayst draw me to thy lotus-feet. 96

sva-kuṇḍaṁ tava lolākṣi

sa-priyāyāḥ sadāspadam |

atraiva mama saṁvāsa

ihaiva mama saṁsthitiḥ ||97||

Your fair lake, O restless-eyed Goddess mine,

Is where you play with your lover divine;

Here I shall always most joyfully bide,

And in this transcendent region reside. 97

he śrī-sarovara sadā tvayi sā mad-īśā

preṣṭhena sārdham iha khelati kāma-raṅgaiḥ |

tvaṁ cet priyāt priyam atīva tayor itīmāṁ

hā darśayādya kṛpayā mama jīvitaṁ tām ||98||

O beautiful, sublime and sacred lake,

Where my Goddess and her beloved take

Pleasure in their amorous diversions;

And if you share their love and affections,

Then grant to me their vision, I obtest*,

Dear as my life that I may be so bless’d! 98

*Supplicate.

kṣaṇam api tava saṅgaṁ na tyajed eva devī

tvam asi samavayastvān narma-bhūmir yad asyāḥ |

iti sumukhi viśākhe darśayitvā mad-īśāṁ

mama viraha-hatāyāḥ prāṇa-rakṣāṁ kuruṣva ||99||

O fair-faced Vishakhe! To my queen dear,

You are in quality and age her peer,

And she in your confidence doth repose,

Sincerely doth her love to you disclose;

By severance I am quite done to death,

Show me my Goddess and suscitate breath. 99

hā nātha gokula-sudhākara suprasanna-

vaktrāravinda madhura-smita he kṛpārdra |

yatra tvayā viharate praṇayaiḥ priyārāt

tatraiva mām api naya priya-sevanāya ||100||

O sweet Master, moon of Gokula hight,*

Your countenance shines as the full moon bright,

Your honey-sweet smiles lighten up your face,

Your heart is melting with mercy and grace;

Wherever you with your beloved wend,

Take me to serve and faithfully attend. 100

*Called, known as.

lakṣmīr yad-aṅghri-kamalasya nakhāñcalasya

saundarya-bindum api nārhati labdhum īśe |

sā tvaṁ vidhāsyasi na cen mama netra-dānaṁ

kiṁ jīvitena mama duḥkha-davāgnidena ||101||

My queen, even a tiny drop that flows

In beauty from your lotus petal toes,

By far surpasses all the elegance,

Of Lakshmi, Goddess of all affluence;

If you do not your gracious glance bestow,

Why should I live, scorched in the fire of woe? 101

āśā-bharair amṛta-sindhu-mayaiḥ kathañcit

kālo mayātigamitaḥ kila sāmprataṁ hi |

tvaṁ cet kṛpāṁ mayi vidhāsyasi naiva kiṁ me

prāṇair vrajena ca varoru bakāriṇāpi ||102||

O you of lovely thighs, I thus maintain

Fond hopes the ocean of your grace to gain,

But if your favour you do not bestow,

What use are life, Vraja, or Baka’s foe? 102

tvaṁ cet kṛpāmayi kṛpāṁ mayi duḥkhitāyāṁ

naivātanor atitarāṁ kim iha pralāpaiḥ |

tvat-kuṇḍa-madhyam api tad bahu-kālam eva

saṁsevyamānam api kiṁ nu kariṣyatīha ||103||

O gracious, if you do not show to me

Your grace, why this protracted misery,

This plaintive hymn, the pains I undertake,

In the long service of your sacred lake? 103

ayi praṇaya-śālini praṇaya-puṣṭa-dāsyāptaye

prakāmam atirodanaiḥ pracura-duḥkha-dagdhātmanā |

vilāpa-kusumāñjalir hṛdi nidhāya pādāmbuje

mayā bata samarpitas tava tanotu tuṣṭiṁ manāk ||104||

O full of love and most affectionate,

To nourish servitude and cultivate,

From my afflicted burning heart and sore,

This bouquet of lamentations I pour;

With petitions profound and longings sweet,

I place it at your blessed lotus-feet;

Called as Vilapa Kusumanjali,

May it satisfaction afford to thee. 104

Thus ends Sri Raghunatha Dasa Gosvami’s Sri Vilapa Kusumanjali.