Gita Govinda 1.10

Meanwhile, approaching the fair-faced woman whose face was overcome by endless sighing under the sway of harsh anger,
and who bashfully looked at the face of her confidante,
Hari at the end of day spoke in joy with stammering words:

|| Lyric Composition 19

Sung in the melodic mode Deśavarāḍi and the rhythmic meter Aṣṭatālī.

If you speak even a little, the moonlight of your teeth's radiance will dispel the terrible darkness of fear;
let the moon of your face delight the cakora bird of my eyes with the nectar of your trembling lip.

Beloved of lovely nature, abandon your causeless pride toward me!
At once the fire of Madana burns my mind;
give me the drink of the nectar of your lotus face! // Refrain

If you are truly angry with me, sweet-toothed woman, strike with the arrows of your sharp nails,
fasten the bonds of your arms, inflict the wounding of your teeth, or whatever will bring pleasure!

You are my ornament, you are my life, you are my jewel in the ocean of existence;
always be favorably disposed toward me here—in that my heart is wholly intent.

Slender woman, though your eye resembles a blue lotus, it takes on the appearance of a red lotus;
if you color Kṛṣṇa with the nature of the arrows of the Flower-Arrowed One, this is appropriate for it.

Let a string of jewels flash upon the pitchers of your breasts and brighten the region of your chest;
let your girdle of bells also chime upon your heavy hips and proclaim the command of Manmatha!

Tell me, soft-voiced woman, may I color your two feet with moist, glowing red lac,
surpassing the land-lotus, delighting my heart, and bestowing excellence upon the stage of amorous pleasure?

Place upon my head your noble leaf-like foot, an antidote to the venom of Smara, an ornament for me! / A cruel fire burns within me, reddened by Madana's torment; let it dispel the agitation caused by it.

May this multitude of words of the enemy of Mura addressed to Rādhikā—playful, flattering, clever, and charming, / adorned by the poetry of the poet Jayadeva, creating joy for proud women—be victorious!

NOTE: {Reading: jayati.} / NOTE: {Variant reading preserved in the commentary: jayati padmāvatī-ramaṇa-jayadeva-kavi-bhāratī-bhaṇitam atiśātam.}

Relinquish your apprehension, fearful one! With my heart constantly occupied by you, whose breasts and hips are firm, leaving no room for another, / no other fortunate man enters my heart besides the Bodiless One; beloved, yield to compliance as our embrace begins!

Innocent woman, inflict upon me merciless bites of your teeth, the binding creeper of your arms, and tight pressing of your breasts! / Passionate girl, experience joy yourself! Let my life-breaths depart through the piercing of the arrows of that outcast of five arrows!

NOTE: {prayānti}

Moon-faced woman, your curving brow shines like a deadly black serpent terrifying young men with infatuation; / for youths to break the fear arisen from it, the nectar of your lower lip alone is an accomplished spell.

Silence causes useless pain, slender woman; pour forth the fifth note! Young woman, dispel my torment with sweet conversation and with your glances! / Lovely-faced woman, abandon your aversion now, do not abandon me! Innocent girl, this beloved lover of his own accord has approached, exceedingly affectionate.

This lower lip is kin to the radiance of the bandhūka blossom; your cheek is smooth, with the glow of the madhūka, passionate woman; your eye shines, dispelling the splendor of the blue lotus; / your nose approaches the rank of the sesame flower, woman of jasmine-like teeth! Beloved, by waiting upon your face, that god armed with flowers generally conquers the universe.

NOTE: {Variant reading preserved in the commentary: senayā.}

Your eyes are languid with passion, your face kindles the moon, your gait charms men's hearts, your pair of thighs has surpassed the plantain tree, / your amorous pleasure possesses all the arts, your eyebrows are a charming, painted picture—ah, slender woman, though standing on the earth, you bear all the maidens of the gods!

May that Hari extend your joy, who in battle collided with Kuvalayāpīḍa whose frontal globes evoked the memory of Rādhā's swollen breasts— / where, when he perspired and closed his eyes even for a moment, Kaṃsa's uproar quickly arose out of delusion at seeing that: "He is conquered, conquered, conquered!"

NOTE: {Reading in Haridāsa's edition: yatra svidyati mīlati kṣaṇam atha kṣipte dvipe tat-kṣaṇāt kaṃsasyālam abhūj jitaṃ jitaṃ jitam iti vyāmoha-kolāhalaḥ ||}

Eleventh Sarga / Joyful Dāmodara / NOTE: {In some editions: sāmoda- ("Delighted"); in Haridāsa's edition: sānanda-govinda ("Joyful Govinda").}