Post by madanmohandas on Oct 20, 2022 3:15:03 GMT -6
A small selection from Sri Bilvamangala Lilasuka's Sri Krishna Karnamrtam
Hail to my preceptor Soma-giri,
Like to the fabled gem Chintamani;
Hail to my inner guide, the lord divine,
Whose crown does with a peacock feather shine;
At whose feet, like a wish-fulfilling tree,
Goddess Jayshri attains the victory;
To celebrate her nuptials and rejoice,
Electing her husband by her own choice. 1
A charming adolescent youth there is,
Who revels in his own inherent bliss;
Who is smothered in wish-fulfilling flowers,
Dropped by damsels from their heavenly bowers;
Who plays his flute with modulating strains,
And in care-free complacent joy remains.
Thousands of cowherd damsels round him stand,
Who are compelled to hold up with their hand
Their loosened belts that slip in disarray,
Which would, in their excitement, fall away;
On those to him who reverently bow,
He does the state of salvation bestow;
And is most magnanimous and merciful,
Always ready to show favour to all. 2
Who is the store, exclusive and boundless,
Of radiant pearl-like exquisiteness;
Gazed on by Lakshmi's side glances of grace,
His eyes grow restless and languid his pace.
Who in a courtyard by Kalindi stays,
And with his amorous beloved plays;
Who is the source of Cupid incarnate,
Who rules of sweet beauty the sov'reign state.
That blue boy, like a sapphire, we implore,
And with devotion, worship and adore. 3
........
How sweet is my Lord in figure and grace,
Yet sweeter still the sweetness of his face;
But lo! His smile with honey scent replete,
Is sweeter than surpassing sweetness sweet! 92
Hail to my preceptor Soma-giri,
Like to the fabled gem Chintamani;
Hail to my inner guide, the lord divine,
Whose crown does with a peacock feather shine;
At whose feet, like a wish-fulfilling tree,
Goddess Jayshri attains the victory;
To celebrate her nuptials and rejoice,
Electing her husband by her own choice. 1
A charming adolescent youth there is,
Who revels in his own inherent bliss;
Who is smothered in wish-fulfilling flowers,
Dropped by damsels from their heavenly bowers;
Who plays his flute with modulating strains,
And in care-free complacent joy remains.
Thousands of cowherd damsels round him stand,
Who are compelled to hold up with their hand
Their loosened belts that slip in disarray,
Which would, in their excitement, fall away;
On those to him who reverently bow,
He does the state of salvation bestow;
And is most magnanimous and merciful,
Always ready to show favour to all. 2
Who is the store, exclusive and boundless,
Of radiant pearl-like exquisiteness;
Gazed on by Lakshmi's side glances of grace,
His eyes grow restless and languid his pace.
Who in a courtyard by Kalindi stays,
And with his amorous beloved plays;
Who is the source of Cupid incarnate,
Who rules of sweet beauty the sov'reign state.
That blue boy, like a sapphire, we implore,
And with devotion, worship and adore. 3
........
How sweet is my Lord in figure and grace,
Yet sweeter still the sweetness of his face;
But lo! His smile with honey scent replete,
Is sweeter than surpassing sweetness sweet! 92