Gita Govinda 1.11

1.11.1

suciram anunayena prīṇayitvā mṛgākṣīṃ gatavati kṛtaveśe keśave kuñja-śayyām |
racita-rucira-bhūṣāṃ dṛṣṭi-moṣe pradoṣe sphurati niravasādāṃ kāpi rādhāṃ jagāda ||

When Keśava, having gratified the fawn-eyed woman with long entreaty and prepared his attire, had gone to the bed in the bower, / in the twilight that stole away sight, when her despondency was gone and her lovely ornaments were arranged, a certain friend spoke to Rādhā:

1.11.1.p1

|| prabandhaḥ 20 ||

|| Lyric Composition 20

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vasanta-rāga-yati-tālābhyāṃ gīyate |

Sung to the vasanta melodic mode and the yati rhythmic meter.

1.11.2

viracita-cāṭu-vacana-racanaṃ caraṇe racita-praṇipātam |
samprati mañjula-vañjula-sīmani keli-śayanam anuyātaṃ ||

He made sweet, flattering words; he offered prostration at your feet; / now he has retired to the couch of pleasure within the boundary of charming reeds.

1.11.2.p1

mugdhe madhu-mathanam anugatam anusara rādhike ||dhruva||||

Innocent Rādhikā, follow after the slayer of Madhu, who is devoted to you! ||Refrain

1.11.3

ghana-jaghana-stana-bhāra-bhare dara-manthara-caraṇa-vihāram |
mukharita-maṇi-mañjīram upaihi vidhehi marāla-vikāram ||

With the heavy burden of firm hips and breasts, with your feet stepping gently and slowly, / with your gem-inlaid anklets chiming, approach! Emulate the movement of a swan!

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NOTE: {nikāram iti.}

NOTE: {Variant reading: nikāram.}

1.11.4

śṛṇu ramaṇīyataraṃ taruṇī-jana-mohana-madhupa-virāvam |
NOTE: {ramaṇī-}
NOTE: {madhuripu-rāvam}
kusuma-śarāsana-śāsana-vandini pika-nikare bhaja bhāvam ||

Listen to the most delightful buzzing of bees, enchanting young women! / Harbor affection, for the flock of cuckoos is a herald obeying the command of the Flower-Bowed God!

1.11.5

anila-tarala-kiśalaya-nikareṇa kareṇa latā-nikurambam |
preraṇam iva karabhoru karoti gatiṃ prati muñca vilambam ||

With its hand of trembling tender shoots stirred by the breeze, the cluster of creepers / gives you an urge to go, as it were, woman with thighs like elephant calves! Abandon delay!

1.11.6

sphuritam anaṅga-taraṅga-vaśād iva sūcita-hari-parirambham |
pṛccha manohara-hāra-vimala-jala-dhāram amuṃ kuca-kumbham ||

Ask this pitcher-like breast, which has trembled as if by the wave of the Bodiless One, indicating Hari's embrace, / and bears the pure water-stream of a captivating necklace!

1.11.7

adhigatam akhila-sakhībhir idaṃ tava vapur api rati-raṇa-sajjam |
caṇḍi rasita-raśanā-rava-ḍiṇḍimam abhisara sarasam alajjam ||

All your confidantes have understood that your body too is prepared for the battle of amorous pleasure; / passionate woman, go without shame to the rendezvous, while the drum of your chiming girdle resounds passionately!

1.11.8

smara-śara-subhaga-nakhena sakhīm avalambya kareṇa salīlam |
cala valaya-kvaṇitair avabodhaya harim api nija-gati-śīlaṃ ||

Holding your companion playfully by the hand with nails attractive as Smara's arrows, / proceed, and apprise even Hari of the habit of your gait through the jingling of your bracelets!

1.11.8.p1

NOTE: {nigadita iti.}

NOTE: {Variant reading: nigadita.}

1.11.9

śrī-jayadeva-bhaṇitam adharīkṛta-hāram udāsita-vāmam |
hari-vinihita-manasām adhitiṣṭhatu kaṇṭha-taṭīm avirāmam ||

Spoken by auspicious Jayadeva, outdoing a pearl necklace, setting aside adversity, / may this reside continuously on the throat of those whose minds are placed on Hari!

1.11.10

sā māṃ drakṣyati vakṣyati smara-kathāṃ praty-aṅgam āliṅganaiḥ prītiṃ yāsyati raṃsyate sakhi samāgatyeti cintākulaḥ |
NOTE: {sañcintayan iti haridāsa-pāṭhaḥ.}
sa tvāṃ paśyati vepate pulakayaty ānandati svidyati pratyudgacchati mūrcchati sthira-tamah-puñje nikuñje prīyaḥ ||

"She will see me, speak of Smara, attain delight by embraces limb to limb, and will sport with me when she arrives, my friend!" Agitated by such thought, / in the bower packed with thick darkness, your beloved sees you, trembles, bristles with thrill, rejoices, perspires, steps forward, and swoons.

"Mine! "--hark! we are near enough for hearing--
"Soon she will come--she will smile--she will say
Honey-sweet words of heavenly endearing;
O soul! listen; my Bride is on her way!"

1.11.11

akṣṇor nikṣipad añjanaṃ śravaṇayos tāpiñcha-gucchāvalīṃ mūrdhni śyāma-saroja-dāma kucayoḥ kastūrikā-patrakam |
dhūrtānām abhisāra-sambhrama-jūṣāṃ viṣvaṅ-nikuñje sakhi dhvāntaṃ nīla-nicola-cāru sudṛśāṃ praty-aṅgam aliṅgati ||

Applying collyrium to their eyes, clusters of tāpiñcha flowers to their ears, / a garland of dark blue lotuses on their heads, and musk markings on their breasts, / darkness, lovely as a blue cloak, everywhere embraces each limb of bright-eyed women in the arbor, my friend, / who are cunning and filled with excitement for the rendezvous.

Hear'st him not, my Radha?
Lo, night bendeth o'er thee--
Darker than dark Tamâla-leaves--
To list thy marriage-song;
Dark as the touchstone that tries gold,
And see now--on before thee--
Those lines of tender light that creep
The clouded sky along:
O night! that trieth gold of love,
This love is proven perfect!
O lines that streak the touchstone sky,
Plash forth true shining gold!
O rose-leaf feet, go boldly!
O night!--that lovest lovers--
Thy softest robe of silence
About these bridals fold!

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NOTE: {abhisāra-satvara-hṛdāṃ iti haridāsa-saṃskaraṇa-pāthaḥ.}

NOTE: {Reading in Haridāsa's edition: abhisāra-satvara-hṛdāṃ.}

Hear'st him not, my Radha?
Lo, night bendeth o'er thee--
Darker than dark Tamâla-leaves--
To list thy marriage-song;
Dark as the touchstone that tries gold,
And see now--on before thee--
Those lines of tender light that creep
The clouded sky along:
O night! that trieth gold of love,
This love is proven perfect!
O lines that streak the touchstone sky,
Plash forth true shining gold!
O rose-leaf feet, go boldly!
O night!--that lovest lovers--
Thy softest robe of silence
About these bridals fold!

1.11.12

kāśmīra-gaura-vapuṣām abhisārikāṇāṃ ābaddha-rekham abhito ruci-mañjarībhiḥ |
etat tamāla-dala-nīlatamaṃ tamisraṃ tat-prema-hema-nikaṣopalatāṃ tanoti ||

With their bodies fair as saffron, having lines traced all about by the shoots of their radiance, / for these women going to meet their lovers, this darkness, black as leaves of the tamāla tree, acts as a touchstone for the gold of their love.

See'st thou not, my Radha?
Lo, the night, thy bridesmaid,
Comes!--her eyes thick-painted
With soorma of the gloom--
The night that binds the planet-worlds
For jewels on her forehead,
And for emblem and for garland
Loves the blue-black lotus-bloom;
The night that scents her breath so sweet
With cool and musky odours,
That joys to spread her veil of shade
Over the limbs of love;

And when, with loving weary,
Yet dreaming love, they slumber,
Sets the far stars for silver lamps
To light them from above.

Hear'st him not, my Radha?
Lo, night bendeth o'er thee--
Darker than dark Tamâla-leaves--
To list thy marriage-song;
Dark as the touchstone that tries gold,
And see now--on before thee--
Those lines of tender light that creep
The clouded sky along:
O night! that trieth gold of love,
This love is proven perfect!
O lines that streak the touchstone sky,
Plash forth true shining gold!
O rose-leaf feet, go boldly!
O night!--that lovest lovers--
Thy softest robe of silence
About these bridals fold!

1.11.13

hārāvalī-tarala-kāñcana-kāñci-dāma-keyūra-kaṅkaṇa-maṇi-dyuti-dīpitasya |
NOTE: {mañjīra iti haridāsasya pāṭhaḥ.}
dvāre nikuñja-nilayasya hariṃ nirīkṣya vrīḍāvatīm atha sakhīṃ īyam ity uvaca ||

Illumined by the glitter of gems on a pearl necklace, a shimmering golden bell-girdle, armlets, and bracelets, / having seen Hari at the door of the dwelling in the arbor, this confidante then spoke to the bashful maiden:

So came she where he stood, awaiting her
At the bower's entry, like a god to see,
With marriage-gladness and the grace of heaven.
The great pearl set upon his glorious head
Shone like a moon among the leaves, and shone
Like stars the gems that kept her gold gown close:
But still a little while she paused--abashed
At her delight, of her deep joy afraid--
And they that tended her sang once more this:

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|| prabandhaḥ 21 ||

|| Lyric Composition 21

(What follows is to the Music VARÂDI and the Mode RUPAKA.)

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varāḍi-rāga-rūpaka-tālābhyāṃ gīyate |

Sung to the varāḍi melodic mode and the rūpaka rhythmic meter.

1.11.14

mañjutara-kuñja-tala-keli-sadane |
vilasa rati-rabhasa-hasita-vadane ||

In this play-chamber within the lovely bower, / revel, O you whose face smiles with the impetuosity of amorous pleasure!

Enter, thrice-happy! enter, thrice-desired!
And let the gates of Hari shut thee in
With the soul destined to thee from of old.

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praviśa rādhe mādhava-samīpam iha || dhruva-padaṃ ||

Enter here, O Rādhā, near Mādhava! // Refrain

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NOTE: {haridāsasya saṃskaraṇe, ḥpraviśa rādheḥ ity-ādi dhruva-padaṃ pratiślokasya prathama-dvitīya-caraṇayor madhye gīyate.}

[Note: In Haridāsa’s edition, the refrain beginning with “Enter, O Rādhā” is sung between the first and second lines of each stanza.]

1.11.15

nava-lasad-aśoka-dala-śayana-sāre |
NOTE: {bhavad- iti ni-pāṭhaḥ.}
vilasa kuca-kalaśa-tarala-hāre ||

Upon the excellent couch of fresh, gleaming aśoka leaves, / revel, O you whose pearl necklace sways upon pitcher-like breasts!

Tremble not! lay thy lovely shame aside;
Lay it aside with thine unfastened zone,
And love him with the love that knows not fear,

Because it fears not change; enter thou in,
Flower of all sweet and stainless womanhood!
For ever to grow bright, for ever new;

1.11.16

kusuma-caya-racita-śuci-vāsa-gehe |
vilasa kusuma-sukumāra-dehe ||

In this pure dwelling fashioned from heaps of blossoms, / revel, O you whose body is tender as a flower!

Enter beneath the flowers, O flower-fair!
Beneath these tendrils, Loveliest! that entwine
And clasp, and wreathe and cling, with kissing stems;

1.11.17

mṛdu-cala-malaya-pavana-surabhi-śīte |
NOTE: {mṛdu-cala-malaya- iti haridāsa-pāṭhāntaraḥ.}
vilasa madana-śara-nikara-bhīte ||

Cool and fragrant with the gentle, wafting breeze of the Malaya mountains, / revel, O you terrified by the multitude of Madana's arrows!

Enter, with tender-blowing airs of heaven,
Soft as love's breath and gentle as the tones
Of lover's whispers, when the lips come close:

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NOTE: {kusuma-śara iti, madana-rasa iti vā ni-pāṭhāntaraḥ.}
NOTE: {vilasa rati-valita-lalita-gīte iti haridāsa-pāṭhaḥ. tatra pāthāntare rasa-valita- iti ca. }

[Note: Variant readings: “kusuma-śara-” (arrows of flowers) or “madana-rasa-” (the nectar of Madana); Haridāsa’s reading: “vilasa rati-valita-lalita-gīte” (revel, O you of lovely songs imbued with erotic pleasure!), with a variant “rasa-valita-” (imbued with flavor).]

1.11.18

vitata-bahu-valli-nava-pallava-ghane |
vilasa ciram alasa-pīna-jaghane ||

Dense with the fresh sprouts of many spreading creepers, / revel long, O you of languid and plump hips!

Enter the house of Love, O loveliest!
Enter the marriage-bower, most beautiful!
And take and give the joy that Hari grants,

1.11.19

madhu-mudita-madhupa-kula-kalita-rāve |
vilasa madana-rasa-sarasa-bhāve ||

Filled with the hum of swarms of bees intoxicated by honey, / revel, O you who are passionate with the flavor of Madana!

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NOTE: {rabhasa-rasa- haridāsasya pāṭhaḥ.}

[Note: Haridāsa’s reading is “rabhasa-rasa-”.]

1.11.20

madhuratara-pika-nikara-ninada-mukhare |
vilasa daśana-ruci-rucira-śikhare ||

Resounding with the calls of flocks of sweetest cuckoos, / revel, O you the points of whose teeth gleam with loveliness!

Thy heart has entered, let thy feet go too!
Lo, Krishna! lo, the one that thirsts for thee!
Give him the drink of amrit from thy lips.

1.11.21

vihita-padmāvatī-sukha-samāje |
kuru murāre maṅgala-śatāni |
bhaṇati jayadeva-kavi-rāja-rāje ||

Bestow hundreds of blessings, O Murāri, / as Jayadeva, king among prince-poets, / who has created joy for the assembly of Padmāvatī, recites!

Thy heart has entered, let thy feet go too!
Lo, Krishna! lo, the one that thirsts for thee!
Give him the drink of amrit from thy lips.

1.11.22

tvāṃ cittena ciraṃ vahann ayam atiśrānto bhṛśaṃ tāpitaḥ kandarpeṇa ca pātum icchati sudhā-sambādha-bimbādharam |
asyāṅkaṃ tad alaṅkuru kṣaṇam iha bhrū-kṣepa-lakṣmī-lava-krīte dāsa ivopasevita-padāmbhoje kutaḥ sambhramaḥ ||

“Bearing you in his heart for so long, he is utterly exhausted and intensely tormented by Kandarpa, / and he longs to drink the bimba-fruit of your lower lip, overflowing with nectar; / therefore, adorn his lap here for a moment—when his lotus-feet are attended by you who have bought him with a mere fraction of the charm of your arched brows, like a slave, why any timidity?”

Then she, no more delaying, entered straight;
Her step a little faltered, but her face
Shone with unutterable quick love; and--while,

1.11.23

sā sa-sādhvasa-sānandaṃ govinde lola-locanā |
siñjānā mañju-mañjīraṃ praviveśa niveśanam ||

With timidity and delight, her eyes fluttering toward Govinda / and her lovely anklets tinkling, she entered the bower.

Then she, no more delaying, entered straight;
Her step a little faltered, but her face
Shone with unutterable quick love; and--while,

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.23.p1

NOTE: {praviveśābhiveśanam iti haridāsasya pāṭhaḥ.}

[Note: Haridāsa’s reading is “praviveśābhiveśanam”.]

Then she, no more delaying, entered straight;
Her step a little faltered, but her face
Shone with unutterable quick love; and--while,

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.23.p2

|| prabandhaḥ 22 ||

|| Lyric Composition 22

Then she, no more delaying, entered straight;
Her step a little faltered, but her face
Shone with unutterable quick love; and--while,

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.23.p3

varāḍi-rāga-yati-tālābhyāṃ gīyate |

Sung in the varāḍi melodic mode and yati rhythmic meter.

Then she, no more delaying, entered straight;
Her step a little faltered, but her face
Shone with unutterable quick love; and--while,

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.24

rādhā-vadana-vilokana-vikasita-vividha-vikāra-vibhaṅgam |
jala-nidhim iva vidhu-maṇḍala-darśana-taralita-tuṅga-taraṅgam ||

In whom varied waves of emotion unfolded at the sight of Rādhā's face, / like the ocean whose towering billows are stirred by the sight of the moon's orb;

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.24.p1

harim eka-rasaṃ ciram abhilaṣita-vilāsam |
sā dadarśa guru-harṣa-vaśaṃvada-vadanam anaṅga-nivāsaṃ || [dhru.]

She beheld Hari, single-minded in passion, who had long desired amorous dalliance, / whose face was subject to intense joy, the dwelling-place of the Bodiless One. // Refrain

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.25

hāram amalatara-tāram urasi dadhataṃ parilambya vidūram |
NOTE: {parirabhya iti ni-pāṭhāntaraḥ.}
sphuṭatara-phena-kadamba-karambitam iva yamunā-jala-pūram ||

Wearing on his chest a necklace of exceedingly pure, large pearls hanging down long, / like the current of Yamunā's waters mingled with clusters of glistening white foam;

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.26

śyāmala-mṛdula-kalevara-maṇḍalam adhigata-gaura-dukūlam |
nīla-nalinam iva pita-parāga-paṭala-bhara-valayita-mūlam ||

Whose dark and soft bodily frame had donned fine pale silk, / like a blue lotus surrounded at its base by a mass of fallen yellow pollen;

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.27

tarala-dṛg-añcala-calana-manohara-vadana-janita-rati-rāgam |
sphuṭa-kamalodara-khelita-khañjana-yugam iva śaradi taḍāgam ||

The passion of whose amorous desire was born of a charming face with restless sidelong glances, / like an autumn pool where a pair of wagtails frolic in the hollow of an open lotus;

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.28

vadana-kamala-pariśīlana-milita-mihira-sama-kuṇḍala-śobham |
smita-ruci-rucira-samullasitādhara-pallava-kṛta-rati-lobham ||

Splendid with earrings resembling the sun that had met in contemplation of the lotus of his face, / who provoked longing for amorous pleasure with his sprout-like lower lip radiant with the beauty of a smile;

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.29

śaśi-kiraṇa-cchuritodara-jaladhara-sundara-sakusuma-keśam |
timirodita-vidhu-maṇḍala-nirmala-malayaja-tilaka-niveśam ||

Whose flower-decked hair was beautiful as a cloud touched in its interior by rays of the moon, / upon which a pure forehead mark of sandalwood paste was placed like the moon's orb rising in darkness;

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.30

vīpula-pulaka-bhara-danturitaṃ rati-keli-kalābhir adhīraṃ |
maṇi-gaṇa-kiraṇa-samūha-samujjvala-bhūṣaṇa-subhaga-śarīram ||

Thrilled with an abundance of bristling hairs, eager for the arts of erotic play, / his handsome body adorned with jewels glowing with a multitude of rays—

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.31

śrī-jayadeva-bhaṇita-vibhava-dviguṇīkṛta-bhūṣaṇa-bhāram |
praṇamata hṛdi vinidhāya hariṃ suciraṃ sukṛtodaya-sāram ||

Bow down, holding in your hearts Hari, the essence of the dawn of merit, / whose weight of ornaments is redoubled by the glory spoken by the venerable Jayadeva!

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.32

atikramyāpāṅgaṃ śravaṇa-patha-paryanta-gamana-prayāsenevākṣṇos taralatara-tāraṃ gamitayoḥ |
NOTE: {patitayoḥ iti haridāsa-dāsasya pāṭhaḥ.}
idānīṃ rādhāyāḥ priyatama-samāloka-samaye papāta svedāmbu-prasara iva harṣāśru-nikaraḥ ||

Reaching past their outer corners, as if by the effort of traveling all the way to the path of the ears, / of her two eyes whose pupils had grown exceedingly tremulous, / now, at the moment of beholding her beloved, / there fell from Rādhā a flood of joyful tears, like an outpouring of sweat.

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.32.p1

NOTE: {samāyāta- iti ni-pāṭhaḥ.}

[Note: Variant reading: “samāyāta-” (arrived).]

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.33

bhajantyās talpāntaṃ kṛta-kapaṭa-kaṇḍūti-pihita-smitaṃ yāte gehād bahir avahitālī-parijane |
priyāsyaṃ paśyantyāḥ smara-paravaśākūta-subhagaṃ salajjā lajjāpi vyagamad iva dūraṃ mṛga-dṛśaḥ ||

As the deer-eyed woman approached the edge of the couch, / her smile hidden under the guise of scratching her face, / and the attending companions left the room with discreet attention, / looking at her beloved's face, charming with intention overcome by Smara, / even her shame, being ashamed, seemed to vanish far away.

[Footnote 5: This complete anticipation (salajjâ lajjâpi) of the line--

The music of her bangles passed the porch--
Shame, which had lingered in her downcast eyes,
Departed shamed ... and like the mighty deep,
Which sees the moon and rises, all his life
Uprose to drink her beams.

1.11.34

sānandaṃ nanda-sūnur diśatu mitaparaṃ saṃmadaṃ manda-mandaṃ rādhām ādhāya bāhvor vivaram anu drḍhaṃ pīḍayan prīti-yogāt |
NOTE: {haridāsa-dāsa-saṃskaraṇe ayaṃ śloko nāsti.}
tuṅgau tasyā urojāv atanu-varatanor nirgatau mā sma bhūtāṃ pṛṣṭhaṃ nirbhidya tasmād bahir iti valita-grīvam ālokayan vaḥ ||

Joyfully, gently holding Rādhā between his arms and pressing her tight out of loving affection, / may the son of Nanda grant you boundless bliss—he who looked with turned neck, / [wondering] lest her two firm breasts, of magnificent and beautiful form, might pierce through her back and burst out from behind!

1.11.35

jaya-śrī-vinyastair mahita iva mandāra-kusumaiḥ svayaṃ sindūreṇa dvipa-raṇa-mudā mudrita iva |
bhujāpīḍa-krīḍā-hata-kuvalayāpīḍa-kariṇaḥ prakīrṇāsṛg-bindur jayati bhuja-daṇḍo murajitaḥ ||

Honored as if with mandāra flowers cast by the goddess of victory, / marked as if by herself with vermilion in the joy of battle with the elephant, / spattered with drops of blood from the Kuvalayāpīḍa elephant slain in the sport of wrestling— / triumphant is the staff-like arm of the conqueror of Mura!

1.11.36

saundaryaika-nidher anaṅga-lalanā-lāvaṇya-līlā-juṣo rādhāyā hṛdi palvale manasija-krīḍaika-raṅga-sthale |
NOTE: {haridāsa-dāsa-saṃskaraṇe ayaṃ śloko nāsti.}
ramyoroja-saroja-khelana-rasitvād ātmanaḥ khyāpayan dhyātur mānasa-rāja-haṃsa-nibhatāṃ deyān mukundo mudam ||

Showing himself, through his taste for sporting on the lovely lotus-breasts / of Rādhā—that sole treasury of beauty, who delights in the playful grace of the Bodiless One's woman— / in the pond of her heart, the sole arena for the sport of mind-born love, / to be like the royal swan of the meditator’s mind, may Mukunda grant joy!

1.11.36.p2

dvādaśaḥ sargaḥ
suprīta-pītāmbaraḥ

Canto Twelve: / Pītāmbara Delighted