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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 26, 2020 14:23:33 GMT -6
Book X,Canto XXXV, 1-3
(Sri Suka said) Whene'er Krishna would to the forest wend, All day in woe the cowherd girls would spend, And as in mind they with him went along, They celebrate Krishna's exploits in song. 1
(The cowherd damsels said) When Mukunda with head to left inclined, And the flute to his tender lips consigned, His cheek rests on his left arm in repose, His soft fingers the vents open and close; And breathes, with dancing eyebrows, melodies, The Siddhas with their wives ranging the skies, Are struck with wonder and astonishment. These goddesses yield to embarrassment, To find their belts and garments slip away, Their minds to amorous passion a prey. 2/3
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 27, 2020 4:28:12 GMT -6
Hearken ye tender dames to what I say, This wondrous news that I to you convey; When Nanda's son, who dissipates distress, To his soft lips the sounding flute doth press, His pearly necklace a sweet smile displays, And Shri, like lightning, on his bosom stays, By the sweet strains he breathes into his flute, The bulls and cows and gentle deer stand mute, And cease their chewing, raising up their ears, Like figures in a painting, it appears! 4/5
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 27, 2020 14:12:51 GMT -6
Companions dear, as Lord Mukunda wends Along with Bala and his cowherd friends, Plumes and pigments his person decorate, And soft leaflets, while he doth emulate A wrestler in his mien and his attire, And plays upon his flute, which doth inspire The rivers to withhold their flowing wave, And stunned as if they did the contact crave Of his foot-dust, they draw their waters back, But even as with us they merits lack, And trembling with love, spread their wavey hands, Which lap the shore and sink into the sands. 6/7
Surrounded by his friends as he proceeds, Who laud in song the glory of his deeds, Like the heavenly attendants who praise The Primal being in their tuneful lays; When roving the hillside that Lord divine, Plays on his flute to call the straying kine, Whereat creepers and trees put forth new shoots, Fresh flowers and abundant juicy fruits, And Vishnu's all pervading presence shows, As down their soft bark joyous nectar flows. Their branches in humility they bend, Their shoots are as the hairs that stand on end. 8/9
Responsive to the humming of the bees, Who, intoxicated, sing his glories, Attracted by the fragrant Tulsi flowers In his garland, as they roam thro' the bowers; His grateful approbation he expressed, And took his flute which to his lips he pressed, And played such sweet and melodious strains, The ruddy geese, fair swans, and the tall cranes, Approach Lord Hari in reverent guise, In silent meditation with closed eyes. 10/11
When he with Bala to the pasture goes, Rapture to all the universe bestows; While playfully the hillside slopes they tread, He wears a flower chaplet on his head, And as he plays his flute, now soft, now loud, There swells above him a dark nimbus cloud, Which rumbles softly as it were afraid Of presumption, and offers a cool shade, As if, rural goddesses, to commend His worth, and do the office of a friend. 12/13
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 28, 2020 12:05:35 GMT -6
Bhagavatam X. XXXV. 14-15
Your son, O pious lady of strict vows, Is dextrous in the arts of tending cows; And when, self taught, upon the flute he plays, He masterful accomplishment displays; That when he the flute to his lips applies, And breaths forth modulating melodies, In harmonies now middling, low, now high, The chief gods from their station in the sky, Sakra and Sarva, and the Great Grandsire, That unpremeditated strain admire, And as they lean forward to hear that sound, That music doth gods and sages confound. 14-15
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 28, 2020 13:55:36 GMT -6
While on his lotus petal feet he roves Thro' Vraja's pasture land and shady groves, Conspicuous on the ground are bestowed, His footprints bearing lotus, bolt, and goad; Which grants relief unto the yielding ground, Which from cow hooves sustained many a wound; When from his flute sweet music forth is sent, As he moves like a playful elephant, And casts loving glances, we cowherd dames, That great Cupid agitates and inflames, Stunned by his gazes, unable to move, We fall a prey to ecstasy and love, That we are unmindful of loosened hair, And of our garments slipping unaware. 16/17
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 28, 2020 15:34:08 GMT -6
Somewhere under Vrindavan's shady boughs, He with a string of gems tallies the cows, With odorous wreaths of dear Tulsi hung About his neck; and negligently flung His arm on the shoulder of his friend there, He entices the wives of the Black deer, And drawn by his melodious flute's sound, Approach him and sit by him on the ground; And even as with us, for his dear sake, Hopes of domestic happiness forsake. 18/19
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 29, 2020 4:00:36 GMT -6
Continuing Srimad Bhagavatam X. XXXV, 20/21
O taintless lady! noble Nanda's son, Has put a playful rustic garment on, And does with a soft fragrant garland shine, Of fresh and odorous sweet jessamine; By Yamuna's banks with his cowherd friends, The cattle wealth of lowing kine he tends, Where the languishing breeze conveys the scent Of perfume with Malaya sandal blent; And there demigods and divinities, Present him with fine offerings to please, And in rhapsody his praise they prolong, With instrumental music and with song. 20/21
When he who once the mountain high upheld, By loving care and affection compelled, And Vraja's herds of cattle to defend; What time the weary day draws to an end, Along the path with his friends he proceeds, Herding the cattle wealth, while of his deeds His followers, like bards, delighted sing, As they the herds back from the pasture bring; His garland is sprinkled with powder fine, And dust upraised by herds of tramping kine. His beauty is enhanced by weariness, Which does a languid love longing confess. Such sight is a grand festival to see, The gods in eager curiosity, Attend him and extoll his sacred fame, And praise the glory of his deeds and name; He is, as 'twere the benediction moon, Arisen from pious Devaki's womb. 22/23
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 29, 2020 7:15:52 GMT -6
To honour his friends while along they stroll, His eyes, intoxicate, enraptured roll, A wreath of fragrant forest blossoms deck, Along with golden ear pendants, his neck; And as the fine powder stains and besmears His face like a dusty berry appears; Yet refulgent as of the lord of night, His countenance beams with a lambent light; And thus the chief of Yadus, in his grace, Doth like a royal tusker this way pace, And the herds and people's woe to allay, Returns with the cows at the end of day. 24/25
(Sri Suka said) And thus, O king, Vraja's damsels conversed, Throughout the day, and Krishna's sports rehearsed, Engrossed in him with conscious faculty, And thus enjoyed supreme felicity. 26
Here endeth Canto XXXV of Book the Tenth, Srimad Bhagavatam
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 29, 2020 14:51:30 GMT -6
Beginning now with Canto XXXVI of Book X, Srimad Bhagavatam, 1-2/3/4-7
(Sri Suka said) Now a mighty demon to Vraja came, Infamous as vile Arista by name, Who the form of a huge humped bull did take, And with his tramping hooves made the earth quake. 1
He stamped the ground and a fierce bellow raised, Stretched out his tail, his eyes with fury blazed, And with his horns the yielding ground he tore, And dropped here and there urine and ordure. Stricken with terror, by that sound aghast, The cows and women their fetuses lost; The clouds involve his hump which touched the sky, The cowherds took it for a mountain high; 2/3/4
The animals, O king, all fled in fear, Gokula was left desolate and drear, And, 'Krishna, Krishna! cried with anguish fraught, The cowherds who Govinda's refuge sought. 5
When even the almighty Lord supreme, The fleeing and fearful cowherds had seen, Consoled them with, 'Fear not!' and comforted, Then loudly to the bull demon he said. 6
'What! fool! wherefore dost thou seek with thy might, The cowherds and their animals to fright, When I am here to punish and annoy The wicked, such as thou, and to destroy!' 7
Thus he, and making ready to engage, Achyuta slapped his arms, which did enrage Arista; but stood there complacently, With arm on his friend's shoulder, Lord Hari. 8
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Post by Ldd on Jan 29, 2020 16:59:24 GMT -6
But I would like to hear you read this. It should be heard. ๐ฟ๐๐ฟ
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 30, 2020 0:16:27 GMT -6
But I would like to hear you read this. It should be heard. ๐ฟ๐๐ฟ That's right. Me or anyone, and that, if I may say, is when it comes to life because after a few readings you only need to see the first word of each line and can deliver recital with facial expression. Let's see how far I can get.
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Post by Ldd on Jan 30, 2020 3:16:45 GMT -6
๐. You will read it one day I know. ๐๐ฟ๐
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 30, 2020 11:52:10 GMT -6
Thus Arista was roused to raging wrath, And with his stamping hooves he gored the earth, Scattered the clouds above him with his tail, And headlong charged at Krishna to assail. 9
With lowered brow, protruding horns, he flies, T'ward Achyuta with blazing bloodshot eyes, With menacing gaze, at full speed he charged, E'en as the thunderbolt Indra discharged, 10
But the Almighty, thus under attack, Seized on his horns and forced the monster back, And full eighteen paces him backward sent, Like elephant with rival elephant. 11
The Supreme Lord compelled him to retire, And panting hard, while all his limbs perspire, In fury the bull demon rose again, And in a mindless frenzy charged amain. 12
And as the dread demon toward him bound, He seized his horns and dashed him to the ground, And pressing him down with his foot in scorn, Belabored him and then plucked out his horn; And beat him like a wet garment outspread, Until he laid him low and prostrated. 13
The demon coughed up blood and lay supine, Voiding his foul excreta and urine; He kicked his legs convulsively, thus spent, In agony to Death's abode he went; To honour Lord Hari and glorify His prowess, gods dropped flowers from the sky. 14
Krishna, the humped bull demon having slain, While regenerate ones his deed acclaim, With Bala to the cowherd village hies, Granting a feast for cowherd damsel's eyes. 15
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How Krishna's strength doth all exceed, In Rupa's text we also read.
Lo and behold! when the Lotus-eyed slew The demon chief Arista, he then threw His mighty carcass to a great distance, Tho' it weighed more than Vindhya on balance.
(Bh.R.S)
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 30, 2020 15:50:40 GMT -6
After the vile Arista had been killed By Krishna, in exploits wonderful skilled, The godlike sage Narad, with godlike view, Approached Kamsa to hold an interview. 16
"A female child Yasoda did forth bring, And Krishna from good Devaki did spring, Rama is the son of Rohini dear, Whom Vasudev, their father, out of fear, Confiding in cowherd Nanda, his friend, Did the two boys to Nanda's care commend. And all the followers you have sent there, Have met their fate and been slain by this pair." 17
The Bhoja prince on this speech having heard, Was out of measure wrathful and perturbed, He raised his trenchant falchion, raging still, Intending noble Vasudev to kill. 18
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 31, 2020 3:23:40 GMT -6
But Narad did remind him and restrain, 'It is his sons by whom thou shalt be slain.' Thereafter he had the couple confined, And did with chains of iron the pair bind. 19
When godlike Narad had departed thence, Kamsa consulted Keshi for defence, And gave the order, 'Go without delay, The brothers Rama and Keshava slay.' 20
Then Mushtika, Chanura, at his call, Shala, Toshala, gathered in the hall, To his ministers and elephant mount, The Bhoja prince gave of affairs account. 21
Ho! Chanura, thou brave mighty hero! And thou, the valiant Mushtika, ho! Hearken ye both to what I shall confide, In Nanda's cow pasture land doth abide, The two sons of Anakadundubhi, Called Rama and Krishna, by fate's decree, My death from these two has been prophesied. I have always upon you both relied; Therefore contrive some means to hither bring This pair, on the pretext of wrestling, And when they come, the general challenge make, And do them both unto death, for my sake. 22/23
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