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Dvavimsha Kshanada, Shukla Saptami
Twenty-second Night, Seventh Night of the Bright Fortnight
Song 1 Shri Gaurachandrasya (of Lord Gaurachandra) (Kedara-raga)
1. aparupa gora nata-raja
prakata prema- binoda naba nagara
bihare nabadwipa majha
2. kutila kuntala gandha parimala
candana tilaka lalata
heri kulabati laja-mandira-
duyare de-o-i kapata
3. karibara-kara jini bahura subalani
sumeru-shikhare yaichana jhampiya
4. ratula atula carana yugala
nakha-mani bidhu ujora
bhakata bhramara saurabhe akula
basudeba datta rahu bhora
1. Wonderful Lord Gaura is the king of dancers. He, the hero of ecstatic spiritual love, enjoys pastimes in Navadvipa.
2. His hair is curly. He is gloriously fragrant. Sandal tilaka adorns His forehead. Seeing Him, saintly women close the door on the palace of shyness.
3. His words defeat the words of the best of poets. His arms are graceful. His movements defeat the graceful elephants. With His steps He seems to jump over the summit of Mount Sumeru. His tears are like a flooding celestial Ganga.
4. His reddish feet have no peer. His fingernails and toenails are like jewels or like glistening moons. His sweet fragrance attracts the buzzing bees of the devotees. Vasudeva Datta is entranced by Him.
Song 2 Shri Nityanandacandrasya (of Lord Nityanandacandra) (Dhanashi-raga)
1. are mora are mora nityananda raya
ape nave ape gaya chaitanya balaya
2. lamphe lamphe yaya nita-i gauranga-abeshe
papiya pashanda-mati na rakhila deshe
3. pata-basana pare nita-i mukuta shrabane
jhalamala jhalamala nana abharane
4. sange sange yaya nita-ira rama-i sundara
gauri-dasa adi kari yata sahacara
5. caudike hari-dasa hari-bola balaya
jnana dasa nishi dishi nita-ira guna gaya
1. Ah! Lord Nityananda is my master. Lord Nityananda is my master. By Lord Chaitanya's order sometimes He dances and sometimes He sings.
2. Overcome with ecstatic love for Lord Gauranga, He leaps and leaps. Because of Him no sinners or blasphemers remain in the country.
3. Lord Nitai wears silk garments and pearl earrings. His many ornaments glisten and glisten.
4. Lord Nitai stays with His companions, with Ramai, Gauridasa, and a host of others.
5. In the four directions the devotees sing, “Haribol!" Night after night Jnana dasa sings the glories of Lord Nitai.
1. O gopi-friend, I saw a great abode of handsomeness. Now I no longer see it. What shall I do now? I am filled with Kamadeva's desires.
2. On His curly hairs rested a peacock-feather crown. His hairs were like intoxicated bees flying to and fro and drinking the nectar of His face.
3. His sandal-paste dot rebuked the autumn full-moon shining beside a monsoon cloud. His blue-lotus-petal eyes were restless. His bimba-fruit lips gently smiled.
4. His dark limbs were glorious. About His dark waist was placed a yellow garment. His jangling anklets spoke with sublime eloquence. Where He walked the earth became filled with joy. The touch of the soles of His feet has made Vamshi-dasa overcome with bliss.
1. Is this a great blue sapphire? Is it a mass of dark monsoon clouds? Although I gaze at the glory of a person's body, a person's body is not what I see.
2. I gaze at a glorious handsome dark form sitting under a kadamba tree. Into the ocean I now throw my high birth and glorious family lineage.
3. On top of his head He wears a feather of a wild peacock. Are these glances, or are these arrows shot from an archer, from the great King Kamadeva's bow?
4. Is this a lotus flower in the shape of a face? Is it a full moon? Are these lips, or are they a budding twig?
5. Avery very sweet sound comes from His flute. When that sound fills my ears, my eyes forget everything about shyness and modesty.
6. Are these eyes, or are they two intoxicated black-bee kings? Unseen, these bees bite the hearts of young girls.
7. Govinda dasa says: These girls have now tasted the poison of His glance. Unless they also taste the medicinal nectar of His lips, how can they remain alive?
1. Does the moon really shine now with its cooling rays? Does the mountain brook really flow? Is this couch really decorated with flowers? Does a breeze from the Malaya Hills really blow here? How can this be, when the sandal-paste anointing Krishna has now dried up, burned by the flames of His fever?
2. O beautiful girl, Krishna begs to be able to touch You. He embraces no other girl. He is bewildered with love for no girl but You. The anguish of His love for You is very surprising.
3. He is like a new raincloud rolling on the ground. His hair is dishevelled. Again and again He chants the name "Radha". His eyes shower a monsoon of tears. I have no power to describe His distress.
4. O beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl, You are the crest-jewel of all beautiful girls. Krishna thinks only of You. Never will He leave Your lotus feet. This is Govinda dasa's opinion.
1. (Refrain) O beautiful, beautiful girl, O delightful friend, O girl splashed by waves of wonderful beauty, please prepare for Your pastimes with dark Krishna.
2. Your restless eyes rebuke the khanjana birds. Your garments and fragrant ointments are all splendid. Like the cooing of the king of cranes, Your sash of bells charms Kamadeva's heart.
3. O Radha learned in the arts of amorous pastimes, prepare to meet Krishna. Your teenage gopi friends will accompany You. You hold a gopi-friend's hand. Your graceful steps rebuke the graceful movements of the elephant and the regal swan.
4. Wherever You walk, the black bees follow, eager for the taste of nectar. They are intoxicated by Your fragrance. How many times do they kiss the footprints You leave behind?
5. Your beasuty defeats the golden flower-vines. It defeats the glistenign lightning flash. O Radha, You stand at the highest pinnacle of all beauty. Yadunatha dasa says: Radha entered the forest grove and fulfilled dark Lord Krishna's desires.
1. O girl beautiful like a lotus floweer, please go to meet Krishna, the king of the forest.
2. Your steps are like the graceful steps of an elephant. Your heart is overcome with love. Thr glory of Your raised waterpot-breasts has no end.
3. Overcome by the glory of youth, You cannot even see the pathway. Your sweet fragrance fills the directions.
4. When Krishna looks at You with a crooked, reddish glance, You will not see the gopi-friend at Your side.
5. When Krishna scratches You with His sharp fingernails, You will do nothing to protect the string of pearls that rest on Your waterpot breasts.
6. Whewn Krishna bites Your cheek, You will fall, unconscious, to the ground.
7. Govinda dasa meditates on these pastimes. O beautiful girl, if You taste the sweet nectar-medicine of Krishna's lips, Your life will be saved.
1. Her face splendid like the moon, a beautiful girl hurries to meet her lover. She is filled with new new playfulness. She is graceful with sweet nectar.
2. Her limbs are anointed with sandal and camphor. Her bracelets and her sash of bells do not stop jingling.
3. In Vrindavana forest she meets the king of lovers. The cuckoos sing new new songs on the fifth note.
1. Armed with arrows of flowers, the hunter Kamadeva hides in Vrindavana forest. Now he has wounded Krishna. Abandoning all shyness, Kamadeva now takes shelter of You.
2. (Refrain) O beautiful girl, Your glance has made Krishna unsteady. Now His life-breath is in danger. He is wounded by Kamadeva's arrow.
3. Two arrows have pierced His life-breath. What will He do now? He does not know. O Radha, please understand Your own glories. Please give Him the sweet nectar-medicine of Your lips.
4. O Radha, please save the life of the feverish boy who has taken shelter of Your jewel-necklace riverbank, a riverbank in the shade of Your golden-mountain breasts.
1. O gopi-friend, who can describe how the two of You, gazing and gazing at each other with restless eyes, shot many flower-arrows at each other in Kamadeva's battle? Thinking and thinking of these pastimes, my life trembles.
2. Radha and Madhava entered the forest grove that is Kamadeva's battleground. The sweetly cooing cuckoos and buzzing bumblebees then sounded the call to battle.
3. Radha shot the first arrow from Her eyes. Krishna, the forest-king, was wounded. Krishna responded by binding Radha in the great Varuna snake-noose of His arms. Within His heart there was no mercy.
4. Krishna attacked Radha. She tried to stop Him. Krishna, who had lifted Govardhana Hill, with His sharp fingernails scratched the golden mountains of Radha's breasts. Radha's pride trembled.
5. Radha and Krishna are covered with perspiration. They drink the necatr of each other's lips. They praise each other's virtuese. They gaze at Themselves reflected in the mirrors of each other's cheeks. They bite each other.
6. Seeing the flkaming arrow of Radha's red sindura marking, Krishna dives for shelter in the ocean of Her markings drawn in black musk. Terrified of Krishna's peacock-feather crown, the serpent of Radha's braided hair slithers on the ground.
7. Even though he is armed with the elephant-goad of Her dishevelled hair, King Kamadeva cannot control the wild elephant of Her passions. Radha and Krishna are not aware that Their necklaces and sashes of bells are now broken.
8. Now there is a great uproar in Kamadeva's battle. The hairs of Radha and Krishna's bodies stand erect. Their jangling anklets shout. They are now defeated by Kamadeva. Their earrings swing to and fro on Their cheeks.
9. At every moment Their bracelets and sahses of bells jangle. Kamadeva makes the auspicious proclamation of his victory. Now Kamadeva's makara-flag of victory flies. This truth Govinda dasa clearly declares.