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Ramakiri raga, Yati tala)

 

Radha's svadhina bharittrika* mood

 

(17)

kuru yadunandana sisra tarena karena payodhare

mrgamada patraka matra manobhava

mangala kalasa sahodare

nijagada sa yadunandane kridati hrdayanandane

 

Hey Yadunandana! Your lovemaking makes My heart joy¬ful. So now You can use Your hand, which is more cooling than candana, to paint wonderful musk designs over My breasts; don't they resemble Cupid's auspicious nectar jugs?

 

(18)

alikula ganjana sanjanakam ratinayaka ayaka mocane

tvadadhara cumbana lambita kajjalamujjvalaya priya locane

nijagada sa yadunandane kridati hrdayanandane

 

O Priya! My eyes are the bows which I use to pelt You with Cupid's arrows. But You have messed up their kajjal (mascara) which looked like a swarm of bees. So quickly repaint the kajjal to restore My eyes' loveliness. (Chorus: Hey Yadunandana! Your lovemaking makes My heart joyful.)

 

(19)

nayana kuranga taranga vikasa nirasa kare srutimandale

manasija pasa vilasadhare subhavesa nivesaya kuntale

nijagada sa yadunandane kridati hrdayanandane

 

Hey You handsome dresser! My ears are like Cupid's ropes for binding You, but they also serve as the fence which keeps My restlessly playful doe-eyes from running away. Please deco¬rate them with earrings. (Hey Yadunandana! Your lovemaking makes My heart joy¬ful.)

 

(20)

bhramaracayam racayantamupari

ruciram suciram mama sanmukhe

jita kamle vimale parikarnamaya

narma jankamalakam mukhe

nijagada sa yadunandane kridati hrdayanandane

 

Hey Krsna! My serene face outmatches the beauty of a lotus, yet seeing My ruffled hair falling over it, My sakhis will tease. So quickly rearrange these curls to look graceful again (like a swarm of bees resting over a golden lotus). (O Yadunandana! Your lovemaking makes My heart joy¬ful.)

 

(21)

mrgamada rasa valitam lalitam kuru tilakamalika rajani

kare

vihita kalanka kalam kamalanana visramita sramasikare

nijagada sa yadunandane kridati hrdayanandane

 

Hey Lotus-faced one! Please remove the perspiration from My forehead-moon. But then You can replace the moon's kalanka (spot) by painting kasturi (O Yadunandana! Your lovemaking makes My heart joy¬ful.)

 

(22)

mama rucire cikure kuru manada manasija dvaja camare

rati galite lalite kusumani sikhandi sikhandaka damore

nijagada sa yadunandane kridati hrdayanandane

 

Hey You Dashing fellow! Disheveled by Your amorous love-play, My hair needs straitening. So please refashion it with flow¬ers to make it resemble Cupid's camara, or the lovely tail of a peacock.

(O Yadunandana! Your lovemaking makes My heart joy¬ful.)

 

(23)

sarasa ghane mama sambura darana varana kandare

mani rasana vasanabharanani subhasaya vasaya sundare

nijagada sa yadunandane kridati hrdayanandane

 

O hey My well-wishing one! My large, beautiful and juicy pubic region forms the cave for the mad-elephant named Cu¬pid. Just cover it with a garment, a sash, and a bell-chain. (O Yadunandana! Your lovemaking makes My heart joy¬ful.)

 

(24)

srijayadeva vacasijayade hrdayam kuru mandane

haricarana smarnamrta keta kali kalusa jvara khandane

 

Hey Lotus-faced one! Please remove the perspirations from My forehead-moon. But then You can replace the moon's kalanka (spot) by painting kasturi*

 

O readers! Decorate your heart with Sri Jayadeva's words. For they will invoke the amrta-like remembrance of Krsna's lotus feet, and extinguish the blazing fire of Kali yuga's sin.

 

(25)

racaya kucayoh patram citram kurusva kapolayoh

gataya jagane kanchimanca sraja kavari bharam

kalaya valaya srenim panou pade kuru nupura

viti nigaditah pritah pitambarehapi tathakarot

 

O hey My pleasing Pitambara! You can designs on My breasts and cheeks, place a bell-chain over my bottom, and decorate My hair with flowers. Then You can place bangles over My wrists and attach ankle-bells over My feet. Thus hear¬ing Radha's requests, Krsna obediently perform every task.

 

(26)

paryankikrta naga nayaka phana sreni maninamgane

samkranta prativimba samkalanaya vibhrad vibhu prakriyam

padambhoruhadhari varidhi sutamaksnam didrksuh sataih

kayabuhamicarannu pacitibhuto harih patu vah

 

While Lord Narayana lays on the couch of Ananta, Laksmi, the Daughter of the milk ocean, was busy massaging His lotus feet. Desiring to look at Her with thousands of eyes, however, Narayana expanded into countless forms by reflecting Himself from each jewel in the thousand hoods of Ananta. Let this Lord Hari protect you.

 

(27)

tvamaprapya mayi svayamvaraparam ksiroda tirodare

sanke sundari kalakutamapivanmuro mrdanipatih

ittham purvakathabhiranyamanaso viksipya baksahancalam

padmayam stanakorakopari milannetro harih patu bah

 

Hey Sundari! Because You chose me for Your husband amongst the many suitors who stood beside the milk ocean, Siva became so disappointed that he drank poison. Thus, while reminding Radha of a previous incarnation, Krsna (catching her off-guard) moves the cloth covering Her upper portion to peak at Her lovely breast nipples! Let this krsna protect you.

 

(28)

yadgandharva kalasu kausala manudhyananca yadvaisnavam

yaccrna\gara vivekatatvamapiyat kavyesu lilayitam

tat sarvam jayadeva panditakaveh krsnaikatanatmanah

sanandah parisodhayantta wrigita govindatah

 

O vaisnava readers! Combining the skills of poetry and music, go on singing Pandita Jayadeva's Gita Govinda. Thus You will become fixed in devotion to Lord Krsna, learn the science of His srngara rasa, and become adept in meditating on His madhura Vrndavana lila.

 

(29)

sadhvi madhvika cinta na bhavati bhavatah sarkare karkarasi

drakse draksyanti ke tvamamrta mrtamasi ksira niram rasaste

makanda kranda kantadhara dharanltalam

gaccha yacchanti yavad

bhavam srngara sarasvatimiha jayadevasya vivag vacamsi

 

Those who relish Sri Jayadeva's eloquent description of Radha and Krsna's conjugal pastimes may consider: O madhu, you're impalatable! O sugar, you've turned bitter! O juicy grapes, who will look at you now? O amrta (nectar), you've become mrta(dead)! O khira, you've turned into water! O mango, you might as well cry! O lover's lips, just go to hell!

 

(30)

sribhojadeva prabhavasya vamadevisuta sirjayadevakavya

parasaradi priyabandhu kanthe srigitagovinda kavitvamastu

 

Jayadeva was born as the son of Bhojadeva and Vamadevi. Let Gita Govinda be sung by the beautiful voice of my dear friend Parasara, and others. Thus ends Gita Govinda's Twelfth Chapter entitled Saprita Pitambara.

 

Thus ends Jayadeva Goswami's Gita Govinda's