Gita Govinda 2.8

English (machine translation) 2.8

Language: English

2.8.1

Then, having somehow passed the night, though shattered by the arrows of Smara, in the morning,
as her beloved bowed before her and spoke words of conciliation, she spoke to him with indignation:

"Your eyes, languid and bloodshot with red color from staying awake late through the night,
clearly carry, as it were, the passion born of awakened amorous devotion.
Alas, Hari! Go, Mādhava! Go, Keśava! Do not utter deceitful words!
Follow her, O lotus-eyed one, who takes away your grief!

2.8.3

"Your red lips, bearing a blackened appearance caused by kissing eyes darkened with collyrium,
suit your dark body well, O Kṛṣṇa!
Alas, Hari! Go, Mādhava! Go, Keśava! Do not utter deceitful words!
Follow her, O lotus-eyed one, who takes away your grief!

2.8.4

"Your body displays scratches from sharp fingernails in love's battle,
like an inscription of victory in amorous pleasure traced in gold upon an emerald shard.
Alas, Hari! Go, Mādhava! Go, Keśava! Do not utter deceitful words!
Follow her, O lotus-eyed one, who takes away your grief!

2.8.5

"Your broad chest, wet with red lac dripping from lotus feet,
shows outwardly, as it were, a fresh cluster of sprouts from the tree of desire.
Alas, Hari! Go, Mādhava! Go, Keśava! Do not utter deceitful words!
Follow her, O lotus-eyed one, who takes away your grief!

2.8.6

"The tooth-mark on your lower lip produces grief in my mind;
how can you still speak of your body being non-different from mine?
Alas, Hari! Go, Mādhava! Go, Keśava! Do not utter deceitful words!
Follow her, O lotus-eyed one, who takes away your grief!

2.8.7

"Just as you are dark outside, O Kṛṣṇa, your mind must surely be darker still;
otherwise, how could you deceive a woman devoted to you and tormented by the fever of love's arrows?
Alas, Hari! Go, Mādhava! Go, Keśava! Do not utter deceitful words!
Follow her, O lotus-eyed one, who takes away your grief!

2.8.8

"You wander in the woods to devour weak women—what is strange about that?
Pūtanā herself proclaims your childhood deed of mercilessly killing women!
Alas, Hari! Go, Mādhava! Go, Keśava! Do not utter deceitful words!
Follow her, O lotus-eyed one, who takes away your grief!"

2.8.9

Listen, O wise ones, to the lament of the young woman deceived in love and wronged,
composed by Śrī Jayadeva, sweet as nectar, difficult to obtain even from the abode of the gods:
Ah, Hari! Go, Mādhava! Go, Keśava! Speak no deceitful words!
Follow her, O lotus-eyed one, who takes away your grief!

2.8.10

As I behold this heart of yours smeared with the red lac of your beloved's feet,
its ruddy glow spreading outward as if it were your passion,
now that our renowned and heavy love has been broken, O rogue,
the sight of you brings me not merely sorrow, but an unspeakable shame.

Linked texts (1)

Gītagovinda — Jayadeva, Sanskrit