Gita Govinda 2.11
English (machine translation) 2.11
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2.11.1
When Keśava had delighted the fawn-eyed girl with long conciliation / and, adorned, had gone to the couch in the bower, / at nightfall, which robs the sight while shimmering, / someone spoke to Rādhā, who had put on radiant ornaments and was freed of dejection:
2.11.2
He who composed words of flattery and made prostrations at your feet, / has now gone to the bed of pleasure in a charming reed-thicket. / O charming girl, Rādhikā, follow Madhumathana, who is devoted to you!
2.11.3
With the heavy burden of your solid hips and breasts, your footsteps move slowly; / with jewel anklets chiming, approach him, showing the graceful movement of a swan! / O charming girl, Rādhikā, follow Madhumathana, who is devoted to you!
2.11.4
Listen to the most delightful hum of the bees that enchants young women; / attend to your feeling, while the swarm of cuckoos sounds like bards under the rule of the flower-bowed god! / O charming girl, Rādhikā, follow Madhumathana, who is devoted to you!
2.11.5
With its hand made of a mass of tender sprouts trembling in the wind, the cluster of creepers / is as though gesturing toward your going: cast off your delay, O girl whose thighs are like an elephant's trunk! / O charming girl, Rādhikā, follow Madhumathana, who is devoted to you!
2.11.6
Ask this pitcher-like breast of yours, shivering as if by the surge of the Bodiless One, / which foretells the embrace of Hari, bearing the clear stream of water of a captivating necklace! / O charming girl, Rādhikā, follow Madhumathana, who is devoted to you!
2.11.7
All your confidantes have understood that your body is ready for the battle of amorous pleasure; / O passionate girl, with the drum of your jingling girdle sounding, go passionately on your amorous rendezvous without shame! / O charming girl, Rādhikā, follow Madhumathana, who is devoted to you!
2.11.8
Leaning playfully on your confidante with a hand whose nails are lovely as Smara's arrows, / walk, and with the ringing of your bracelets awaken Hari to the manner of your own gait! / O charming girl, Rādhikā, follow Madhumathana, who is devoted to you!
2.11.9
May this utterance of Śrī Jayadeva, which has surpassed pearled necklaces and banished perversity, / dwell without ceasing on the throat of those who have fixed their minds on Hari! / O charming girl, Rādhikā, follow Madhumathana, who is devoted to you!
2.11.10
"She will see me; she will speak words of love; limb by limb with embraces / she will find joy; she will delight, O friend, having arrived"—in this way, troubled by longing, / your lover sees you, trembles, bristles with thrill, rejoices, sweats, / goes forth to meet you, and faints in the arbor deep in dense darkness.
2.11.11
Casting collyrium upon their eyes, clusters of tāpiccha blooms on their ears, / a garland of dark lotuses on their heads, and musk-leaf patterns on their breasts, / the darkness, like a lovely blue cloak, embraces limb by limb / the beautiful women whose hearts hasten to the amorous rendezvous with their artful lovers all around the arbor, O friend.
2.11.12
For the women going to meet their lovers, their bodies fair as saffron, / casting streaks on every side with the sprays of their luster, / this darkness, black as a tamāla leaf, / performs the work of a touchstone for the gold of their love.
2.11.13
Then, seeing Hari at the door of his bower-dwelling, / illuminated by the jewel luster of rows of necklaces, trembling girdle-strings, / armlets, and bangles, / the confidante spoke to the bashful Rādhā:
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In the bower of play under the most charming grove, / take your pleasure, your face smiling with the eagerness of amorous pleasure! / Enter here, Rādhā, into the presence of Mādhava!
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On the excellent couch made of fresh aśoka leaves, / take your pleasure, your necklace trembling upon your pitcher-like breasts! / Enter here, Rādhā, into the presence of Mādhava!
2.11.16
In the pure chamber of fragrance arranged with heaps of blossoms, / take your pleasure, your body delicate as a flower! / Enter here, Rādhā, into the presence of Mādhava!
2.11.17
Where it is fragrant and cool with breezes from the shifting Malaya forest, / take your pleasure, with lovely songs overflowing with passion! / Enter here, Rādhā, into the presence of Mādhava!
2.11.18
Where swarms of bees, gladdened by honey, make their gentle hum, / take your pleasure, your feeling impassioned with the flavor of Madana! / Enter here, Rādhā, into the presence of Mādhava!
2.11.19
Resounding with the sweetest notes of flocks of cuckoos, / take your pleasure, your radiant lip bright with the luster of your teeth! / Enter here, Rādhā, into the presence of Mādhava!
2.11.20
Dense with fresh sprouts from many spreading creepers, / take your pleasure long, O you of languid, voluptuous hips! / Enter here, Rādhā, into the presence of Mādhava!
2.11.21
In the assembly that brings delight to Padmāvatī, / King of Poets Jayadeva speaks: / O Murāri, grant hundreds of blessings! / Enter here, Rādhā, into the presence of Mādhava!
2.11.22
"Bearing you long in his heart, he is utterly exhausted and scorched intensely / by Kandarpa, and wishes only to drink your bimba-lip brimming with nectar; / adorn his body for a moment here: why this hesitation / toward one who serves your lotus feet, as toward a slave purchased by a fraction of the charm of your brow's arch?"
2.11.23
With timidity and with joy, her eyes trembling toward Govinda, / she entered the dwelling while her charming anklets jingled.
2.11.24
Displaying waves of varied emotions unfolded at the sight of Rādhā's face, / like the ocean with towering waves stirred up at the sight of the moon's orb, / she saw Hari, whose sole flavor was love, who had long desired dalliance, / whose face was subject to immense joy, and who was the abode of the Bodiless One.
2.11.25
Wearing on his chest a necklace of exceedingly bright pearls, widely encircling it, / like a flood of Yamunā water mingled with a conspicuous mass of foam, / she saw Hari, whose sole flavor was love, who had long desired dalliance, / whose face was subject to immense joy, and who was the abode of the Bodiless One.
2.11.26
Whose dark and tender body was clad in fine yellow silk, / like a blue lotus whose base is surrounded by a mass of yellow pollen— / she gazed upon Hari, devoted to a single aesthetic flavor, his amorous dalliance long desired, / his face mastered by intense joy, an abode of the Bodiless One.
2.11.27
Who awakened passion for amorous pleasure with his captivating face, where tremulous corners of the eyes moved, / like a pool in autumn where a pair of wagtails play within the center of a blooming lotus— / she gazed upon Hari, devoted to a single aesthetic flavor, his amorous dalliance long desired, / his face mastered by intense joy, an abode of the Bodiless One.
2.11.28
Whose earrings shone like suns joined closely to gaze upon the lotus of his face, / who roused longing for amorous pleasure with his sprout-like lower lip radiant with bright smiles— / she gazed upon Hari, devoted to a single aesthetic flavor, his amorous dalliance long desired, / his face mastered by intense joy, an abode of the Bodiless One.
2.11.29
Whose lovely wreath of flowers was like a cloud touched inside by moonbeams, / who wore a pure sandalwood forehead mark like the orb of the moon rising out of darkness— / she gazed upon Hari, devoted to a single aesthetic flavor, his amorous dalliance long desired, / his face mastered by intense joy, an abode of the Bodiless One.
2.11.30
Who bristled with an abundance of goosebumps, impatient with the arts of erotic play, / his charming body adorned with jewels blazing with masses of rays— / she gazed upon Hari, devoted to a single aesthetic flavor, his amorous dalliance long desired, / his face mastered by intense joy, an abode of the Bodiless One.
2.11.31
Whose weight of ornaments is redoubled by the glory of Jayadeva's utterance— / bow to Hari, placing him long in your heart, the essence of the dawn of merit! / She gazed upon Hari, devoted to a single aesthetic flavor, his amorous dalliance long desired, / his face mastered by intense joy, an abode of the Bodiless One.
2.11.32
Passing beyond the outer corners of her eyes, as if fatigued from traveling as far as the path to her ears, / the pupils rolled restlessly, and then at that moment of beholding her dearest beloved, / a flood of tears of joy fell from Rādhā's eyes, / like a flow of beads of sweat.
2.11.33
As she sought the edge of the bed, her smile veiled beneath a feigned scratching, / and the watchful companions withdrew outside the house, / gazing upon her beloved's face, charming with the intention of Smara's arrows, / shame itself, feeling ashamed, seemed to flee far from the fawn-eyed woman.
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- Gītagovinda — Jayadeva, Sanskrit