Post by madanmohandas on Sept 25, 2022 6:24:22 GMT -6
Sri Gandharva Prarthanastakam by divine Rupa, from Stavamala
O Goddess! with your beloved you stray,
And like a pair of mad elephants play
In Vrindavan, in each flowery grove,
Intoxicated by the sweets of love.
Be pleased and grant to me the lovely sight,
Of your faces like lotus flowers bright. 1
In broken voice, O Goddess, I implore,
And like a stick prostrate upon the floor;
May your grace to this foolish one be shown,
O Gandharvike! count me midst your own! 2
Handsome Syama more beautiful appears
Than Rama's Lord, whose charm the world endears;
You are by Syama's strong left arm embraced,
With rare beauty more that Indira graced;
When may I have such an exquisite view,
And with profound devotion, worship you? 3
O when shall I throw o'er your head a veil,
Like a dark cloud, your splendour to conceal,
And loose the sounding anklets from your feet,
That in the night you may go forth to meet
The son of Nanda, who waits there to sport;
O Goddess, when shall I you there escort? 4
What time you and your beloved recline,
On a play bed strewn with flowers divine,
Absorbed in sweet pleasantries and soft smiles,
Like a pair of gems the three worlds beguiles;
And when will this lowly one, I entreat,
Gently massage your lotus flower feet? 5
O Goddess of Vrindavan, while you stay
Exhausted from the fatigue of love play,
By the bank of your lake, immersed in bliss,
Your lotus faces dewy sweat drops kiss;
By the root seated of a tree at ease,
When will I, with a whisk fan, drive a breeze? 6
While you were in a darksome grove concealed,
To Mukunda, Chitra the place revealed,
While feigning that she had not seen you there;
And you were fraught with loving anxious care;
When your brow, contracted, irate, I see,
I shall respond, 'O be not wroth with me!'
Then coming before Nanda's son, will I
Afford to you comfort and pacify? 7
In the playful war of words you defied,
The son of Nanda, and minished his pride;
Your friends, with blooming faces, exquisite,
Praise your renown and superior wit;
O when will I this rare diversion see,
While you revel in praise and victory? 8
Whoever with a devout mind recites,
This eight verse petition, fraught with delights,
To Vrishabhanu's fair daughter addressed,
With self surrender, lovingly expressed,
She, while held in her beloved's embrace,
Shall splash and soak them in the waves of grace. 9
O Goddess! with your beloved you stray,
And like a pair of mad elephants play
In Vrindavan, in each flowery grove,
Intoxicated by the sweets of love.
Be pleased and grant to me the lovely sight,
Of your faces like lotus flowers bright. 1
In broken voice, O Goddess, I implore,
And like a stick prostrate upon the floor;
May your grace to this foolish one be shown,
O Gandharvike! count me midst your own! 2
Handsome Syama more beautiful appears
Than Rama's Lord, whose charm the world endears;
You are by Syama's strong left arm embraced,
With rare beauty more that Indira graced;
When may I have such an exquisite view,
And with profound devotion, worship you? 3
O when shall I throw o'er your head a veil,
Like a dark cloud, your splendour to conceal,
And loose the sounding anklets from your feet,
That in the night you may go forth to meet
The son of Nanda, who waits there to sport;
O Goddess, when shall I you there escort? 4
What time you and your beloved recline,
On a play bed strewn with flowers divine,
Absorbed in sweet pleasantries and soft smiles,
Like a pair of gems the three worlds beguiles;
And when will this lowly one, I entreat,
Gently massage your lotus flower feet? 5
O Goddess of Vrindavan, while you stay
Exhausted from the fatigue of love play,
By the bank of your lake, immersed in bliss,
Your lotus faces dewy sweat drops kiss;
By the root seated of a tree at ease,
When will I, with a whisk fan, drive a breeze? 6
While you were in a darksome grove concealed,
To Mukunda, Chitra the place revealed,
While feigning that she had not seen you there;
And you were fraught with loving anxious care;
When your brow, contracted, irate, I see,
I shall respond, 'O be not wroth with me!'
Then coming before Nanda's son, will I
Afford to you comfort and pacify? 7
In the playful war of words you defied,
The son of Nanda, and minished his pride;
Your friends, with blooming faces, exquisite,
Praise your renown and superior wit;
O when will I this rare diversion see,
While you revel in praise and victory? 8
Whoever with a devout mind recites,
This eight verse petition, fraught with delights,
To Vrishabhanu's fair daughter addressed,
With self surrender, lovingly expressed,
She, while held in her beloved's embrace,
Shall splash and soak them in the waves of grace. 9