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Post by madanmohandas on Oct 26, 2021 15:42:58 GMT -6
Padyavali 57 and 59. 58 was done earlier.
When your names by the sainted souls are sung, A festival is started on the tongue; Your dark beauty like a rain cloud applies The black ointment that decorates their eyes; The dulcet music of your flute to hear, Is the adornment placed upon their ear; O Mighty Lord we no longer aspire To worldliness nor entertain desire. 59
Sri Rupa
My elephant mind sinks into the sea Of this existence transmigratory, The three afflictions torment and beguile, As if seized by a mighty crocodile; My mind is distressed like the tusker chief, And cries out for immediate relief. O save me with your glowing discus bright, Which frees the gods from fear, Sudarshan hight; O Lord Hari, compassionate and kind, Deign to rescue my elephant-like mind. 60
Sri Rupa
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Post by madanmohandas on Oct 27, 2021 4:51:45 GMT -6
Padyavali 62.
O Lord Mukunda, in your remembrance, Vrindavan's Mango tree begins to dance; And becomes dizzy assailed by the breeze, Is vocal with the swarms of humming bees, The oozing sweet sap dropping down appears, As if the Mango tree were shedding tears; The fresh sprouts and leaflets it doth extend, As with great joy the hairs all stand on end. Alas, O Lord, the cause whereof impart, Why will your name not enter in my heart? 62
Sri Isvara Puri.
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 4, 2021 9:00:28 GMT -6
Padyavali 63-65
To Draupadi how swift you gave relief, How speedily you saved the tusker chief, O kind Hari, now I in grief am cast, But wither has gone all your eager haste? 63 (A southerner)
O Yadu's Lord, when hearing of your fame, And learning that you are known by the name, Friend of the downtrodden and indigent, I am aroused to fond encouragement; But when of your pure affection I hear, And how your devotee to you is dear, You bear of Bhakta-vatsala the name, My heart flutters and shivers through my frame. 64 (Sri Jagannatha Sena)
If the creator god, the four-faced one, Should offer up to thee his orison, If illustrious Bhava and his train, Pure sentiments of love for thee maintain, And if the gods their service to thee bring, Lead by him of an hundred rites, their king, But O Vasudeva! to us declare, How can we with those great beings compare? 65 (Sri Dhanjaya)
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 12, 2021 3:56:40 GMT -6
Continuing Padyavali 66-68
Lord, there is none so merciful as thee, Nor is there one as miserable as me; Consider, Hari, what I have confessed, And do, O Yadu's Lord, what seemeth best. 66 (Anonymous)
By an hundred whips of pain I am scourged, My horse-mind to vain sense objects is urged, O Madhava, arrest my wayward course, Pull up the reins and curb the restless horse; And unto the firm post of your feet bind, And with devotion mollify my mind. 67 (Anonymous)
I have not meditated upon you, Nor have I praised or worshipped as is due, I did not cultivate or grace entreat, Or seek devotion to your lotus-feet; Therefore in such woeful state I remain, Assailed by manifold and diverse pain, O Sri Krishna, of compassion the store, Show favour to this wretched one and poor. 68 (Sri Sankara)
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 13, 2021 6:46:40 GMT -6
Padyavali 69-70
You are the Lord and refuge, O Hari, O Vasudeva, Vishnu, Murari! Hail Madhu's foe, Madhusudana hail! The heap of my sins does always assail; O Universal Lord, your grace I crave, That you may deign this wretched one to save. 69 (Anonymous)
Murari in the early morning light, Murari at commencement of the night; Murari in the middle of the day, Murari when the night is but half way; Murari when the daylight does descend, Murari when the night is at an end. Murari is the only goal I know, The only goal I know is Mura's foe. 70 (A southerner)
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 13, 2021 7:24:03 GMT -6
71 and 72 were posted earlier
Padyavali 73
The garrulous may censure and revile, But we care not for their opinion vile; So let us drink the potent honey wine, Of love for Hari, in madness divine; And relish supreme ecstasy profound, And sing and dance and roll upon the ground. 73 (Sarvabhauma)
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 15, 2021 14:35:44 GMT -6
Padyavali 75
The dwellers of the mountain groves are blest, Within whose hearts pure love is manifest, With perturbations of beatitude, And with eternal happiness endued; May the cowherd who takes his love's delight, Who shines with a blue sapphire lustre bright, In Vrindavan with cowherd damsels dear, Engaged in pastimes, in our hearts appear. 75 (Isvara Puri)
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 16, 2021 5:57:19 GMT -6
Padyavali 76
Some praise the taste of poetry sublime, And others, intent on nectar divine, To the deep scrutiny themselves commit Of lofty texts and holy Vedic writ; But we have taken refuge in someone Who plays a flute and wears a goonja crown. 76 (Yadavendra Puri)
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 16, 2021 14:04:53 GMT -6
Padyavali 77
Let those who comprehend the truth divine, And pure consciousness of the soul sublime, Within the recess of their hearts perceive, And the truth inconceivable conceive; But as for that, within our hearts we place The one who shows a smiling lotus face, Dark as a cloud, with golden raiment dight, And lovely eyes as lotus flowers bright. 77 (Sri Kaviratna)
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 16, 2021 15:23:52 GMT -6
Padyavali 83
First the passage in Caitanya Caritamrta, Madhya 19, where Mahaprabhu meets Raghupati Upadhyaya. The Master said, 'So tell me Upadhyay, What is the best?' Upadhyay made reply, 'The Lord with dark complextion doth excel', 'In what worthy place doth the Dark one dwell?' 'Madhu city is best,' said Upadhyay,' 'His different ages scriptures glorify, Infancy, boyhood, adolescent state, On which of these is best to meditate?' 'The sweet adolescent youth manifest', Said Upadhyay, 'to contemplate is best.' Of humours which is foremost glorified?' 'The primal humour,' Upadhyay replied. The Master said, 'you have taught me aright', Then in choked voice a verse gan to recite.
The supreme form is that of a dark hue; The foremost city is that of Madhu; The age to contemplate, adolescence, The primal humour is the quintessence. 83 (Raghupati Upadhyaya)
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 17, 2021 3:26:34 GMT -6
Padyavali 80-81
My sacred bath by neglect is distained, My pious conduct hath not been maintained, My matins and my vespers are unsaid, The Vedic scriptures languish, quite unread, Consigned to an old trunk where they lay hid, And kept securely underneath the lid; My righteousness is wounded to the core, Attenuated is of sins the store; For day and night my mind relishes bliss, The lotus-feet of Yadu's Lord to kiss. 80 (Anonymous)
I wish to serve the son of Devaki, In which soever life is due to me; On the good path or off the path to stray, My mind proceeds along the destined way. 81 (Anonymous)
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 17, 2021 18:13:12 GMT -6
Padyavali 82
The moralists I am confused will say, The Vedantists, that I have gone astray, My friends and relatives may become sad, And think that I am distracted and mad, The learned will upbraid me for my pride, And the wealthy my poverty deride; But I my mind do steadfastly commit, To serve Govinda's feet, though quite unfit. 82 (Madhavendra Puri)
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 18, 2021 0:00:26 GMT -6
Padyavali 84
Salvation herself may before me stand, I may Brahma's enduring realm command; And yet the aspiration I maintain, Is that I may the loving service gain Of him who their fond company enjoys, Who is the leader of the cowherd boys. 84 (Sri Surottamacarya)
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 18, 2021 3:57:43 GMT -6
Sri Padyavali 85-86
I may become the sov'reign of the world, Or else into wretched penury hurled; You may confer much honour unto me, Or I may languish in foul infamy; You may raise me in Vaikuntha to dwell, Or cast me down into the deepest hell; But, O Vasudeva, you still remain, And no other, the goal I seek to gain. 85 (Sri Garbha Kavindra)
He may show to me his opulent realm, Or in the three-fold afflictions o'erwhelm, In happiness or in distress, I pray, That Keshava never cast me away. 86 (Sri Kaviraja Misra)
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Post by madanmohandas on Nov 18, 2021 12:07:51 GMT -6
Padyavali 87-88
The drops of nectar from the lotus-feet Of Nanda's son are like vast oceans sweet; I pray that in my heart both day and night, That that sweet nectar may afford delight. 87 (Srikaracarya)
In this place the Lord with the cattle strayed, And over here upon the flute he played; With such speech as tears from my eyes outpour, May I spend my days on Yamuna's shore. 88 (Raghupati Upadhyaya)
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