Gita Govinda 2.5
English (machine translation) 2.5
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2.5.1
"I am staying here; go, conciliate Rādhā, and bring her here with my word"—
thus dispatched by the enemy of Madhu, the confidante herself went again and spoke to Rādhā:
2.5.2
While the breeze from the Malaya mountains blows, carrying Madana with it,
and clusters of flowers burst open to crush the hearts of separated lovers,
in separation from you, O friend, the garlanded one suffers!
2.5.3
When the cool-rayed moon burns, he imitates death;
when the arrow of Madana falls, exceedingly agitated, he laments;
in separation from you, O friend, the garlanded one suffers!
2.5.4
When swarms of bees hum, he covers his ears;
with separation stirring in his heart, night after night he undergoes agony;
in separation from you, O friend, the garlanded one suffers!
2.5.5
He dwells in the canopy of the forest, abandoning his charming abode;
he rolls upon the bed of earth, loudly crying out your name;
in separation from you, O friend, the garlanded one suffers!
2.5.6
As poet Jayadeva sings of the lover's anguish,
may Hari arise through merit in the heart rich with passion!
in separation from you, O friend, the garlanded one suffers!
2.5.7
There where the perfections of the lord of Rati were attained together with you before,
in that very same arbor, the great sacred ford of Manmatha, Mādhava once again,
meditating on you unceasingly and chanting the rosary of the mantras of your words,
yearns again for the nectar of embracing the fullness of your pitcher-like breasts.
2.5.8
Gone to the rendezvous, his dress enchanting as Madana, he is the essence of amorous pleasure;
do not delay your going, O wide-hipped woman, follow him, the lord of your heart!
In the gentle breeze on the bank of the Yamunā, the garlanded one dwells in the forest!
2.5.9
Calling your name, signaling a meeting, he plays his sweet flute;
he highly prizes even the dust stirred by the breeze that has touched your body!
In the gentle breeze on the bank of the Yamunā, the garlanded one dwells in the forest!
2.5.10
When a bird swoops or a leaf quivers, suspecting your approach,
he prepares a bed and watches your path with anxious eyes!
In the gentle breeze on the bank of the Yamunā, the garlanded one dwells in the forest!
2.5.11
Discard your noisy, restless anklet like an enemy in the eagerness of love-play;
go, friend, to the bower dense with darkness, and wrap yourself in a dark-blue cloak!
In the gentle breeze on the bank of the Yamunā, the garlanded one dwells in the forest!
2.5.12
On Murāri's chest adorned with a necklace, like a dark cloud with restless cranes,
you will shine like lightning on yellow silk in inverted love-play, the fruit of good deeds!
In the gentle breeze on the bank of the Yamunā, the garlanded one dwells in the forest!
2.5.13
Bring your hips, their garments fallen, their girdle removed, uncovered
upon the bed of sprouts, O lotus-eyed woman, like a treasure that is the source of joy!
In the gentle breeze on the bank of the Yamunā, the garlanded one dwells in the forest!
2.5.14
Hari is full of pride, and now this night is also drawing to an end;
heed my words, prepare swiftly, fulfill the desire of the enemy of Madhu!
In the gentle breeze on the bank of the Yamunā, the garlanded one dwells in the forest!
2.5.15
As Śrī Jayadeva, devoted to Hari's service, sings this most delightful song,
bow to Hari, joyful of heart, exceedingly compassionate, desirable through good deeds!
In the gentle breeze on the bank of the Yamunā, the garlanded one dwells in the forest!
2.5.16
Repeatedly he sighs; he looks repeatedly ahead toward all directions;
he enters the bower again and again, groaning frequently, sorely distressed;
he arranges the bed over and over, glancing around anxiously in confusion—
exhausted by the torment of Madana, O lovely one, your beloved waits!
2.5.17
Along with your reluctance, the hot-rayed sun has now completely set;
and together with Govinda's longing, the darkness has grown dense;
my plea is as protracted as the plaintive cry of the cakravāka birds;
therefore, foolish girl, delay is in vain—this is the charming moment for the rendezvous!
2.5.18
After an embrace, after a kiss, after a scratch of fingernails, after passion is aroused,
after breathless agitation, after amorous play begins, what aesthetic flavor mixed with bashfulness
is not experienced in the darkness by the loving couple who, having gone seeking another,
met by mistake and recognized each other through their conversation?
2.5.19
Casting fearful and startled glances along the dark path,
pausing again and again at every tree, taking slow steps,
having somehow reached the secret place, her limbs rippling with the Bodiless One—
may that fortunate youth find fulfillment as he gazes upon you, O lovely-faced woman!
Linked texts (1)
- Gītagovinda — Jayadeva, Sanskrit