Gita Govinda 2.7
English (machine translation) 2.7
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2.7.1
And in the meantime, as if stained with sin from descending upon the path of unchaste women, / its radiant spot clearly visible, / the moon, a sandalwood drop on the face of the maiden that is the direction, / illuminated the interior of Vṛndāvana with rays of light.
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As the moon's orb advanced and Mādhava tarried, distraught, / pouring forth diverse laments, she suffered intense torment:
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Even at the appointed time, alas, Hari did not go to the forest! / Fruitless to me is this spotless beauty and my youth. / To whom can I go here for refuge, deceived by the words of my confidantes?
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He to follow whom I braved even the deep forest at night— / by him my heart has been pierced by the arrows of Smara. / To whom can I go here for refuge, deceived by the words of my confidantes?
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Death alone is better for me, whose rendezvous has been utterly frustrated; / why should I, senseless, endure here the fire of separation? / To whom can I go here for refuge, deceived by the words of my confidantes?
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Alas, this sweet spring night torments me; / some lucky beloved is enjoying Hari! / To whom can I go here for refuge, deceived by the words of my confidantes?
2.7.7
Alas, I consider jeweled ornaments such as bracelets / as sources of great affliction, bearing the fire of separation from Hari! / To whom can I go here for refuge, deceived by the words of my confidantes?
2.7.8
Through the sport of the arrows of the Bodiless One, even a garland on my heart / strikes me, whose body is tender as a flower, like an exceedingly cruel rock! / To whom can I go here for refuge, deceived by the words of my confidantes?
2.7.9
I dwell here, disregarding the forest thickets of reeds, / yet Madhusūdana does not even remember me in his heart! / To whom can I go here for refuge, deceived by the words of my confidantes?
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May the speech of poet Jayadeva, who takes refuge at Hari's feet, / dwell in the heart like a tender, graceful young woman! / To whom can I go here for refuge, deceived by the words of my confidantes?
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Is it that he has gone to some other passionate woman? Or is he detained / by companions with artistic games? Or does he wander on the edge of the dark forest? / Or is my lover weary in mind, unable to set out on the path even a little, / since he has not come even to the bower of charming cane-creepers made ready as a rendezvous?
2.7.12
Then, seeing her confidante returned without Mādhava, silent with dejection, / suspecting that Janārdana was dallying with another woman, she spoke this, as if she had seen it:
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With attire fashioned fit for the battle of Smara, / her flowers slipped and her hair slightly disheveled, / some young woman of superior charms sports with the enemy of Madhu!
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Her passions stirred by the embrace of Hari, / the necklace trembling upon her jar-like breasts, / some young woman of superior charms sports with the enemy of Madhu!
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Her moon-like face lovely with moving curls of hair, / overcome with languor from the frenzy of drinking his lips, / some young woman of superior charms sports with the enemy of Madhu!
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Her cheeks brushed by trembling earrings, / restless in the movements of her hips whose girdle-bells ring out, / some young woman of superior charms sports with the enemy of Madhu!
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Smiling shyly when looked upon by her lover, / tasting the flavor of amorous pleasure with varied cooings, / some young woman of superior charms sports with the enemy of Madhu!
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Shaken with wide horripilation and violent trembling, / the Bodiless One blossoming as she sighs with half-closed eyes, / some young woman of superior charms sports with the enemy of Madhu!
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Her body charming under a multitude of drops of sweat, / fallen upon his chest, brave in the battle of amorous pleasure, / some young woman of superior charms sports with the enemy of Madhu!
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May this dalliance of Hari, recited by Śrī Jayadeva, / bring about the complete quelling of the impurities of the Kali age! / some young woman of superior charms sports with the enemy of Madhu!
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Veiling the radiance of Murāri's lotus face, pale in separation, and taking away her consciousness, / the moon exceedingly intensifies the pain of Madana in the sensitive heart [of Rādhā].
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On the face of the lovely woman, in whom desire has arisen, whose lip is turned in a kiss, / with horripilation he paints a musk forehead mark, like the deer in the moon. / Murāri, victorious, now sports in the forest of the Yamunā’s sandy bank.
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Upon her hair charming as a mass of clouds, as her tender face trembles,
he arranges a kurabaka flower, brilliant as lightning, in the forest-domain of the deer of love's lord.
Triumphant Murāri now revels in the forest on the banks of the Yamunā.
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On her firm sky of twin breasts, anointed with the tint of musk
and adorned with nail-marks like the moon, he fastens a spotless string of gems like a host of stars.
Triumphant Murāri now revels in the forest on the banks of the Yamunā.
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On her delicate pair of arms surpassing lotus stalks, whose lotus palms are cold as frost,
he places emerald bracelets that resemble swarms of bees.
Triumphant Murāri now revels in the forest on the banks of the Yamunā.
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On her broad hips, the abode of amorous pleasure, the golden throne of mind-born love,
he scatters a jeweled girdle like a mocking archway, once her garments are loosed.
Triumphant Murāri now revels in the forest on the banks of the Yamunā.
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On her sprout-like foot, the dwelling of Lakṣmī, adorned by rows of jewel-like nails,
placed upon his chest, he produces an outer covering laden with red lac-dye.
Triumphant Murāri now revels in the forest on the banks of the Yamunā.
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While the brother of Haladhara, so deceitful, greatly delights another lovely-eyed woman,
tell me, confidante, why do I remain in vain and without joy for so long here in the hollow of the thicket?
Triumphant Murāri now revels in the forest on the banks of the Yamunā.
2.7.29
May no evil deeds of the Kali age dwell in the king among poets, Jayadeva,
who recites this aesthetic flavor, enumerates Hari's virtues, and serves the feet of the foe of Madhu.
Triumphant Murāri now revels in the forest on the banks of the Yamunā.
2.7.30
"If that ruthless, deceitful lover has not come, confidante, why are you distressed, messenger?
He enjoys himself at will, beloved of many; what fault of yours is there in that?
Look, today, drawn by the virtues of my beloved to unite with him,
my heart, as if bursting from the heavy burden of longing's pain, will go of its own accord."
2.7.31
With him whose eyes are like blue lotuses trembling in the wind,
she does not burn on a bed of fresh sprouts,
she who has made love, confidante, with the wearer of the forest garland.
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With him whose lovely face is like a blooming lotus,
she does not burst under the arrows of mind-born love,
she who has made love, confidante, with the wearer of the forest garland.
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With him whose speech is softer and sweeter than nectar,
she is not scorched by the breeze from the Malaya mountain,
she who has made love, confidante, with the wearer of the forest garland.
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With him whose feet are charming as land and water lotuses,
she does not toss and turn under the rays of the moon,
she who has made love, confidante, with the wearer of the forest garland.
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With him who is radiant as a cluster of rainclouds,
she does not break in heart from long separation,
she who has made love, confidante, with the wearer of the forest garland.
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With him whose pure garment shines like gold on a touchstone,
she does not sigh at the laughter of companions,
she who has made love, confidante, with the wearer of the forest garland.
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With him, the foremost youth among all the people of the world,
she does not bear sorrow in utmost wretchedness,
she who has made love, confidante, with the wearer of the forest garland.
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Through this song spoken by the illustrious Jayadeva,
may Hari too enter the heart,
he who has made love, confidante, with the wearer of the forest garland.
2.7.39
"O breeze of sandalwood, delighting mind-born love!
Be gracious, O southern wind, abandon your perversity!
O breath of the world, having brought Mādhava before me for a moment,
you may then take my life!"
2.7.40
When he has entered the mind, living with confidantes torments like an enemy,
the cool breeze like fire, the moon's nectar rays like poison;
yet toward him, heartless though he is, the heart turns again by force:
for lotus-eyed women, desire is perverse and utterly unchecked.
2.7.41
"Inflict torment, O Malaya breeze! Five-arrowed God, take my life!
I will not seek refuge at home again!
O sister of Death, why this pity? Sprinkle my limbs with your waves;
let the burning of my body be stilled!"
Linked texts (1)
- Gītagovinda — Jayadeva, Sanskrit