Sri Ksanada-gita-cintamani, Part 19
BY: SUN STAFF
Feb 09, 2022 — CANADA (SUN) — A serial presentation of the nectar writings of Srila Visvanatha Cakravarti Thakura.
Nineteenth Night, Fourth Night of the Bright Fortnight
karuna nayane caya
nirupama hema janu ujora gaura-tanu
abani ghana gadi yaya
2. (Refrain, gora pahum re nichani la-iya mari
o rupa-madhuri piriti-caturi
tile pasarite nari
3. barana asrama kincana akincana
karo kona dosa nahi mane
kamala-siba-bihi- durlabha prema-dhana
dana karala jaga-jane
4. aichana sadaya- hrdaya premamaya
gaura bhela parakasa
prema-dhane dhani karala abani
bancita gobinda dasa
1. Seeing the fallen souls, He wept. He was not peaceful. He looked at them with eyes of compassion. His fair form is splendid like peerless gold. Overcome with ecstasy, He rolled on the ground.
2. (Refrain, I am overcome by Lord Gaura’s glory. I cannot forget the sweetness of His form or His ecstati spiritual love. I cannot forget even a single sesame seed of them.
3. In His heart He saw no fault with any person, wealthy or poor, from any varna or asrama. The great treasure of pure spiritual love, a treasure even Laksmi, Siva, and Brahma cannot attain, He freely gave as a gift to the people of the world.
4. Lord Gaura is full of love. He is kind in this way. He made the whole world rich with the treasure of spiritual love. Govinda dasa alone was cheated of that treasure.
hari hari dhik are ki buddhi lagila more
hate nidhi pana hara-inu
2. kamala jiniya ankhi sobha kare mukha-sasi
sakaruna saba pane caya
bahu pasariya bale a-isa jiba kari kole
prema-dhana sabare bilaya
3. kachani katira besa sobhiche cancara kesa
bandhe cuda ati manohare
natuya thamake cale buja bahi pade lore
tribidha jibera tapa hare
4. hari bala bola bale dahine bame anga dole
rama gauri-dasera gala dhari
mukhe makha hasya-canda nita-ira prema-phanda
bhaba-sindhu uchala lahari
5. nita-i karuna-sindhu patitera eka bandhu
karunaya jagata dubila
madana meadete andha bisaye rahala bandha
hena nita-i bhajite na pa-ila
1. It is better that I die. I did not worship Lord Nitai. Alas! Alas! I am worthless! What was I thinking? I had a priceless treasure in my hand, and then I lost it.
2. In the moon of His face glisten eyes that defeat lotus flowers, eyes that mercifully gaze at every living being. Spreading His arms, and calling out, “Please come!”, He hugs the fallen souls. To everyone He gives the treasure of ecstati spiritual love.
3. A garment is gracefully wrapped about his waist. His glistening hair is curly. He wears a graceful turban that charms the heart. He walks like a graceful dancer. Tears stream down His chest. He removes the three-fold sufferings the conditioned souls feel.
4. “Haribol!” He calls out. His body sways to the right and left. His arms rest on the shoulders of Ramai and Gauridasa. The moon of a smile anoints His face. Lord Nitai has set a trap of spiritual love. He is tossed to and fro by the rising waves of ecstati love.
5. Lord Nitai is an ocean of mercy. He is the fallen soul’s only friend. He has plunged the whole universe into the ocean of His mercy. Only persons blinded by lust, persons tightly bound by the ropes of material desires, will not worship Lord Nitai.
1. He wore peacock-feather crown. His jasmine garland was surrounded by black bees. Intoxicated by the scent of His garland, how many humming bees filled the four directions?
2. (Refrain, O gopi-friend, was that person I saw Kamadeva Himself? A hero of playful pastimes, He gracefully danced under a kadamba tree.
3. Moving the archer’s bows of His eyebrows and emptying the two quivers of His eyes, how many flower-arrows did He fire? Many playful girls’ hearts were wounded. Those girls could not gaze on anyone but Him.
4. Shark-shaped jewel earrings swung from His ears. Govinda dasa says: I think that person must have been Kamadeva Himself.
1. Never did I saw and form as glorious and charming as His. He was dark like a monsoon cloud. His smiling reddish eyes seemed to speak the desire of His heart.
2. Whom did I see today? Playful and graceful, He stood under a kadamba tree. With shy eyes I gazed at His handsome form. I floated in a flood of bliss.
3. He wore a garland of blossoming flowers. His hair was curly. He wore a peacock-feather crown. His gracrful form was like a trap to catch the khanjana birds of any playful beautiful girl’s watching eyes.
4. Shark-shaped earrings swung to and fro on the glistening mirror of His cheeks. Govinda dasa thinks: Gazing at Him carefully, I saw Kamadeva reflected in Him.
5. Laksmi, Siva, and Brahma cannot attain, He freely gave as a gift to the people of the world.
6. Lord Gaura is full of love. He is kind in this way. He made the whole world rich with the treasure of spiritual love. Govinda dasa alone was cheated of that treasure.
1. First I heard about Him. Then I saw Him. Seeing Him, I became enchanted by Him. Then I fell in love with Him. I could not bear separation from Him. Separated from Him, I wept and wept. I felt that I was on the verge of death.
2. O gopi-friend, the demigod Brahma created everything else, but he did not create love. Love must have had a different creator, a creator who would not hear anything about piety or saintliness.
3. Everyone talks about love. Who says love is good? Love for this dark playboy is like someone who comes, punches you in the ribs, and then flees.
4. I think this love is like death. I think this love is a great heavy burden. This love is a great disease. Afflicted by this love, one knows only love. One knows nothing else.
5. Why, when I saw this boy under a kadamba tree, did I have to fall in love with Him? Jnana dasa says: If this girl renounces her love, of what will she talk?
1. When He hears the name “Radha” half spoke, He becomes filled with wonder and He cannot keep His body peaceful. His eyes become flooded with waves of love. Who can describe those waves of love?
2. (Refrain, O beautiful girl, Please throw far away the obstacles that stand in Your heart. You and He are Radha’ and Krsna. This I know very well. He is Krsna, and You are Radha.
3. When I heard the sweet nectar of Your playful conversation with Him, I become wild. I laugh and laugh. My body becomes filled with laughter. Even if He does not read Your letter written in black kajjala, Krsna speaks broken words in a choked voice.
4. Craning his neck, He watches for You on the path. When You two see each other with Your lotus eyes, You are both filled with bliss. Govinda dasa says: O beautiful, beautiful girl, You understand what I have hinted with these words.
1. O beauitful girl expert at tasting the nectar of amorous pastimes, carefully You prepared for the meeting with Your beloved. You yearned to taste the nectar of meeting with Syama. O Radha, O crest jewel of beautiful girls, happily You went to beautiful Vrndavana.
2. Your hair was curly. Your garments were gloriously red. You held a toy lotus flower. a delightful golden new bud rested on Your ear. Kamadeva churned Your restless eyes.
3. The happy cakora birds gazed at the moon. Then came the graceful notes of the flute. The cuckoos wildly sang the fifth note. Hearing all this, O beautiful girl, You began Your journey.
4. Slowly You walked, like a graceful swan. Your footsteps were playful and glorious. Yadunatha says: This beautiful girl of Vraja yearned to taste the nectar of loving pastimes with Lord Syama.
1. Carefully she prepared a bed decorated with flowers. She lit the lamps. She preparted betelnuts with camphor. She was overcome with passionate desire.
2. (Refrain, O beautiful girl, you have carefully prepared for the meeting with Your beloved. Riding on the chariots of desire, millions of Kamadevas have come here. They are now present in Your every limb. They will not desert You.
3. One by one He will remove the ornaments from Your body. Gazing at you with shy eyes, He will become filled with wonder. He will gaze at Your shadow.
4. He will speak in a voice filled with plaintive moans. O gopi-friend, Why is Krsna so late? What has delayed Him? Gopvinda dasa says: At that moment the flag of Lord Krsna’s flute-musi came upon that meeting-place of lovers.
1. Near a kadamba tree she heard the sound of the flute. Her left breast trembled. She thought, “Now I will meet Krsna.”
2. O gopi-friend, look! It is the fourth night of the moon. Krsna’s coming here to meet you must be somehow delayed. Perhaps that letter was only a glistening trap.
3. Krsna filled her heart with desire. She could not remain peaceful. The jewel necklace seemsd so heavy to her. Far from her body she threw all her ornaments.
4. She lay alone on the ground. She was overcome. As she lay among the flowers, her life breath throbbed. Govinda dasa says: Overcome with love, she trembled.
1. It is a beautiful sprintime night. The cooling moon shines gloriously. A fragrant gentle breeze blows from the Malaya Hilla. In my heart hopes to meet Krsna. Fickle Kamadeva thinks I will not.
2. (Refrain, O gopi-friend, please go and again talk to Krsna. As I wait on the Yamuna’s bank, my life air will burn to death in these flames of separation from Him.
3. Please prepare for me a funeral-pyre decorated with flowers. Prepare sandal-paste and write a letter to Krsna. These birds will be the brahmanas who chant mantras at my funeral. I will throw this wretched body far away. My love is a great disgrace.
4. Krsna stole the jewel of my heart, but now He will not meet with me. Govinda dasa says: O beautiful girl, please stop worrying. Krsna will meet with you.
1. Will He meet with me? Will He show me the moon of His face? Will the desire of my eyes be fulfilled? Will my feverish life become pleasingly cool?
2. How many painful vigils have I kept on how many nights? Still cruel-hearted Krsna will not come. My life as a woman is now worthless like a pile of ashes.
3. If Krsna does not meet with me tonight, then I will give up my life. O my gopi-friend, that I have firmly decided.
4. The hero Krsna did not meet with her. He did not fulfill her desire. He did not come. So says Balarama dasa.
1. Radha’ is the crest jeewel of all beautiful girls. She plays and swims in the glistening ocean of pure love.
2. Please have just one sesame seed’s worth of patience. Krsna, who wears a forest-flower garland and who enjoys the nectar of many pastimes, will certainly meet You here.
3. O gopi-friend, You came here too quickly. Your beloved will certainly meet You under this bakula tree.
4. Your face is very pale. Your feelings of separation must be very great. You look like a moon shining in the daytime, a moon without cooling moonlight.
5. Hari-vallabha says: Your sufferings will soon flee. This night had You under its control.
1. The moon shone. The lamps burned. The bees buzzed. The does gazed. The cuckoos chanted “Ohi! Ohi!”
2. O Madhava, Kamadeva went hunting. He found a beautiful girl all alone in the forest and he wounded her with his flower-arrows. Now she watches for You on the path.
3. You walk very slowly. This sweet springtime night is very brief. Away from home, this girl thinks every moment is long like millions of yugas.
4. Tying around her neck the noose of many longings, You made her sit under the kalpa-taru tree of love. Is this love nectar, or is it poison? Govinda dasa clearly asks this question.
1. (Refrain, Listen. O, listen to wonderful nature of my gopi-friend. She is a kalpa-taru tree of delightful pastimes. She is sweet nectar churned from the ocean of delights. 2 and
3. As a nectar-knowing cuckoo tastes the sweet mango fruit in springtime, and as a passionate cakora bird sips the nectar of moonlight at night, so You will taste a shower of nectar delights that my virtuous gopi-friend will sprinkle upon You. In this way Madhava came and met the gopi Madhavi. So sings Hari-vallabha.
1. When Krsna gazed at Radha’s face, tears of love streamed from His eyes.
2. When Her master Krsna spoke sweet, sweet words, beautiful Radha’ lowered Her head.
3. When Krsna grasped the edge of Her garment, Her body became filled with bliss.
4. When Krsna touched Her bodice, the hairs on both Their bodies stood erect.
5. Then Kamadeva filfilled all Their desires. Kavisekhara thus describes the divine couple’s pastimes of love.
1. Vrndavana forest is now the battleground of Their war of amorous pastimes. The cuckoos have become the heralds announcing the war’s beginning. The divine couple’s hearts have become two intoxicated wild elephants. They are bumblebees frantically flying to the sweetest fragrance.
2. (Refrain, O gopi-friend, look! Radha’ and Krsna have met. I do not understand Their fickle pastimes. Do They quarrel, or do They play?
3. Now They bind each other with the tight ropes of Their arms. Now They taste the sweet nectar of each other’s lips. Now Their anklets, jewel belts, bracelets, and armlets all loudly jangle.
4. On Their bodies the sandal paste is now broken. With many flower-arrows Krsna attacks the armnor that is Radha’s bodice. Now Her garments, belt, and jewel ornaments are all in disarray. Govinda dasa sings this song sweet like nectar.
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