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Post by madanmohandas on Mar 26, 2024 0:00:56 GMT -6
Song fourteen from Sri Rupa's Stavamala
Hail Radhe, Madhava's beloved dear, As best of Gokul's beauties you appear.
Damodara's deep passion to augment, You are attired and dressed in fine raiment. In Hari's bower cottage you remain, And over Vrindavan as empress reign.
Like soft rays of the balmy moon you shine, In Vrishabhanu-raja's noble line; O dearest friend of Lalita sakhi, You delight in Vishakha's quality.
Since you are fraught with grace and compassion, Bestow your mercy on this lowly one; Sanatan and Sanaka, honouring, Your divine qualities and praises sing.
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Post by madanmohandas on Mar 26, 2024 4:27:09 GMT -6
Song One from Sri Rupa's Stavamala under the head Gitavali.
putramudaaramasutayashodaa/ samajani ballavatatiratimodaa//
Yashoda gave birth to a darling boy, That brought to the cowherders immense joy.
ko'pyupanayati vivdhamupahaaram/ nrtyati ko'pi janobahuvaaram//
Some bring their gifts in pious charity, Some others dance in frantic ecstasy.
ko'pi madhuramupagaayati geetam/ vikirati ko'pi sadadhinavaneetam//
Some with dulcet voices his praises sing, And some the curds and fresh cream joyful fling.
ko'pi tanoti manorathapurtim/ pashyati ko'pi sanaatanamurtim//
Some in fulfilment grant felicity, While some gaze on his eternal beauty.
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Post by madanmohandas on Mar 27, 2024 12:27:53 GMT -6
Song two from Sri Rupa's Stavamala
The hosts of vipras, steady in their vows, Are gratified with gems and milching cows; The singers like myself are satisfied, O Vraja's Lord, with donatives supplied.
O noble Nanda, on this occasion, At the birth of your wondrous handsome son, Make gifts to the dear cowherders withal, Of good things and begin the festival. (Chorus)
To see your son in festive bliss divine, Fulfils the hopes in eager hearts like mine, For such a vision is a rarity, For even those who long and yearn to see.
I pray that I may always entertain Affection and the pure sweet love attain For your son like the regal swan who strays, And on the lake of Sanatan's mind plays.
Song three has already been supplied.
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Song four
His sport with sweetness and humour distilled Hath all his cowherd friends with love fulfilled; Kumkum and sandal paste his chest adorn, And like a dark tamala tree his form.
O sweet damsel of accomplished beauty, The handsome Madhava come forth and see, Whose friends push him while seated on a swing, With swaying wreaths on his chest shimmering. (Chorus)
His forehead with tilak is beautified, By doe-eyed damsels of Vraja applied; And with the moonbeams of his tender smiles, The host of fresh young damosels beguiles.
He is accomplished most in witty jest, And wears a flower wreath on his broad chest; To those who bow he grants freedom from fear; The swan in minds of the cowherders dear.
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Song five
His dear friends gather round him in a ring, And gently push him seated on a swing.
As sits upon the swing Vanamali, So on a swaying lotus sits a bee. (Chorus)
Some cowherd dames the rhythm to enhance, Or clap their hands or elegantly dance.
Hail to the one with forest flowers dight! Who manifests eviternal delight. ...................
Song six
Do not make trouble on the path for me, I am a chaste and pious dame you see.
Let go my garments' border restless wight, I go to worship the great Lord of Light! (Chorus)
Hero of Gokula, hear what I say, O moon-faced one, do not cause me delay.
O Lord eternal when I see you here, Glancing with restless eyes, fills me with fear.
(Sri Jiva observes that this song is sung by Radha, who is freshly bathed and proceeding to the Sun temple to offer worship, and that being alone she is without help; and he, accosting her, should not contaminate her by his touch; such is the idea.)
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Post by madanmohandas on Mar 28, 2024 4:55:06 GMT -6
Gitavali song seven from Sri Rupa's Stavamala
Now you your silken veil hath discarded, More red than indragopa insects red; And you have thrown away, now sore distressed, The lovely garment covering your breast.
Tell me, Radhe, the cause of distemper, How is it that you burn in hot fever? Whence is this heat that all your body turns, As if within a raging furnace burns? (Chorus)
No more do you take pleasure and content In chewing tambula with camphor scent; Your champak garland is scattered and torn, And fallen is the gem in your crown worn. You have attained a state of rare delight, Your restless heart like cotton soft and light; The longing for pleasure, it doth appear, Hath pierced your very soft heart like a spear.
(After a brief encounter with Krishna, Radha returns home, and there a sakhi, noting her condition inquires of her the cause whereof. Sri Jiva)
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Post by madanmohandas on Mar 28, 2024 14:36:48 GMT -6
Gitavali song eight from Sri Rupa's Stavamala. According to Sri Jiva this song is Radha's response to the interrogation in the previous song.
When he distracted with amorous bliss, Upon a drooping lotus plants a kiss, While gazing upon me, I was perturbed, And all my limbs with trembling much were stirred.
O beautiful and most accomplished dame, Do not question me over and again; My mind is bewildered and wavering, Since I saw the son of the cowherd king. (Chorus)
And when he squeezed with his soft hand divine Two fruits upon a pomegranate vine, My righteous virtue far away was tossed, And the great wealth of my patience was lost.
And when a blooming ashok flow'r he bit, With humour he displayed amorous wit, And while I gazed on him in that fair spot, My household chores and duties quite forgot.
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