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Gita Govinda 1.3

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1.3.1

Placing in his heart Rādhā, who was the bond of the chain of his worldly longing, / even the enemy of Kaṃsa abandoned the beauties of Vraja.

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Following after that Rādhikā here and there, his mind afflicted by the wounds of the Bodiless One's arrows, / full of repentance, Mādhava sat despondent in a bower on the bank of the daughter of Kalinda.

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|| Song 7

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Sung in the rāga Gurjarī and the tāla Yati.

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“Seeing me surrounded by a throng of young women, she departed; / and being in the wrong, I too did not restrain her out of great fear.

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Hari, Hari! Because my regard was ruined, she went away as if enraged! // Refrain

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What will she do? What will she say after long separation? / What use is wealth to me, what use are people, what use is my life, what use is my home?

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I imagine her face with knitted brows from the weight of anger, / like a red lotus agitated by a bee hovering above it.

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I constantly and deeply take delight in her who has entered my heart; / why do I follow her into the forest, why do I lament here in vain?

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O slender woman, I know your heart is pained with resentment; / yet I do not know where you have gone, and so I cannot conciliate you.

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You appear before me, coming and going before my eyes; / why do you not give me a passionate embrace as before?

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Forgive me! I will never again do such a thing to you; / show yourself, O beautiful one, for I am tormented by Manmatha.”

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This was composed about Hari by humble Jayadeva, / the moon born from the ocean of Kindubilva.

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“This garland of lotus-fibers on my heart is not the king of serpents; the row of blue lotus petals on my neck is not the luster of poison; / this sandal-powder is not ash: why do you rush in wrath, O Bodiless One, to strike at me bereft of my beloved, mistaking me for Hara?

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Do not put that mango arrow in your hand! Do not string your bow! What manly prowess is there in striking one who has fainted, O you who have conquered the universe in play? / O mind-born one, shattered by the streaming arrows of flickering sidelong glances from that deer-eyed maiden herself, my mind does not revive even a little even today.

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Did Smara bestow his world-conquering weapons on her, the walking deity of victory for the Bodiless One— / the sprout-like eyebrow as bow, the wavering sidelong glances as arrows, and the line of the ear as bowstring?

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Let the sidelong arrow set on the bow of your brow cause agony to my vitals; let your mass of dark, curly hair make an assault of love; / let this red bimba lip spread bewilderment, O slender one! But why do your well-rounded breasts play with my life?

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Those pleasures of touch, those unsteady, tender coquetries of her eyes, the fragrance of her lotus face, and that nectar-distilling curvature of her words, / and that sweetness of her bimba lip—alas! when my mind is in deep meditation fixed on her alone even in the midst of sensual objects, how does this disease of separation still grow?

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May the waves of sidelong glances of Madhusūdana—unnoticed by hundreds of thousands of women attentive to the pitch of the song rising from his flute, / his crest-ornament tremulous on his head tilted with crooked neck, sprouting long on the enchanting, sweet, nectar-filled moon-face of Rādhā—grant you welfare!

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Thus ends the third sarga, entitled “Enamored Madhusūdana,” in the great poem Gītagovinda. ||3

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Fourth Sarga
Affectionate Madhusūdana

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