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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 2, 2021 3:47:29 GMT -6
Padyavali; another verse of the anthologist, followed by a delightful stanza of Sri Govinda Mishra and an homage to Vrindavana by an unnamed poet.
Loving communion even Mura's foe, Rarely doth on the worshiper bestow; But, O Mathura, you convey with ease, Your Master's loving faith and ecstasies; And from your mercy all blessings ensue, Words are unable to glorify you! 124 (Sri Rupa)
Mathura always abides in my ears, Mathura always to my eyes appears, Mathura always my speaking proclaims, Mathura always in my heart remains, Mathura always before me I find, Mathura always remains near behind, Mathura is always with joy replete, Mathura is always sweeter than sweet. 125 (Sri Govinda Mishra)
Worship the master of the golden shell, Adore Hara, on Supreme Brahman dwell; But as for that, to Vrinda's wood I pray, Which doth the bliss of Lord Krishna convey. 126 (Anonymous)
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 18, 2021 9:32:17 GMT -6
Padyavali 127-130
Some, from fear of existence do engage In deep study of holy scripture's page; The Srutis and the Smritis they explore, And chronicles of the Bharat adore; But as for me, I noble Nanda praise, On whose courtyard the supreme Brahman plays. 127 (Raghupati Upadhyaya)
All hail to Nanda, robed in raiment red, Which doth glow of Bandhuka flowers shed, Whose heart and eyes are taken by the grace, While gazing at Mukunda's handsome face; Whose fair complexion shines like sandal paste, Of robust figure and a chubby waste. 128 (Sri Rupa)
Hail Yashoda, clad in fair garment's gleam, Who bears of a fresh monsoon cloud the sheen, Holds on her lap the Lotus-naveled Lord, And doth to the whole world great joy afford. 129 (Sri Rupa)
Whose hands and feet with crimson lustre shine, Whose forehead is marked with a tilak sign, And who the cart did break and overthrow, To Mura's foe on the soft cot I bow. 130 (Anonymous)
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 18, 2021 15:33:48 GMT -6
Padyavali 131
With half-closed eyes, when finished with one breast, The other with his hand he softly pressed, His mother with her finger wipes his face, Which gentle laughter and soft smiles grace; May that Vishnu to you safety bequeath, With drops of milk sparkling around his teeth. 131 (Sri Mangala)
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 19, 2021 1:45:52 GMT -6
Padyavali 132-135
The queen of cowherds blows into his face, While he doth on his knees the courtyard pace, Whose quick and lively eyes gaze all around, While playfully he crawls across the ground; I contemplate that dark blue boy divine, Who like a soft tamala leaf doth shine. 132 (Sri Raghunatha Dasa)
"Where is your face?" the cowherd damsels said, "Where is your nose, where the top of your head? "Tell us where are your ears, where are your eyes?" To answer each of these inquiries, The Lord with lotus-petal fingers graced, Pointed to each and there his finger placed; In this manner the Supreme Divine Lord, Joy to the cowherd damsels did afford. 133 (Sri Sarvabhauma)
O Krishna dear, I have this very now Bathed and anointed you, I know not how, Though with fine garments and bright gems begirt, You now appear distained with dust and dirt! 134 (Sri Sarvabhauma)
At five years old with rolling restless eyes, And loosened locks, around the courtyard flies; Whose waist bells, bracelets and anklets resound, And necklaces sway as he runs around; Bow down in humble prayer and orison, To noble Nanda's sweet delightsome son. 135 (Sri Agama)
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 19, 2021 11:26:59 GMT -6
Padyavali 136 Krishna stepping out of boyhood into adolescence.
With lip to lip and neck to neck compressed, With eye to eye, hair touching, breast to breast; With pleasant repartee and lovesome charm, The cowherd damsels Krishna doth alarm; And doth such other bold conduct deploy; But low! indeed he is yet but a boy; Who with languid stress of cupidity, His hairs all stand upright and smiles with glee. 136 (Sri Divakara)
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 19, 2021 14:50:28 GMT -6
Padyavali 137/138
"We shall report of your conduct convey To your mother, that feigning puerile play, How you to mountain caves with girls resort, And with those lovesome doe-eyed damsels sport." Thus they, then he doth suck his thumb and keep Within his mouth and lay down as to sleep; And doth the cowherd damsels plaint deny; May that Hari the whole world purify. 137 (Sri Vanamali)
When on his revered father's lap he sits, Displays his childish exploits as befits; But Vanamali, cowherd girls beguiles, Exchanging mutual amorous smiles. 138 (Sri Mukunda Bhattacarya)
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Post by madanmohandas on Jan 11, 2022 12:55:28 GMT -6
Padyavali 270
"O fair maid, board this 'tari' boat of mine." "What strength have I the 'tari' tree to climb?" "O dame, I spoke not of the 'tari' tree." "Go to the 'tari' sun, why tellest me?" "By 'tari' I had 'boat' or 'us' in mind." "Ah think not thus the two of 'us' to bind!" I worship the Unvanquished one who smiled, By Radha's circumlocution beguiled. 270 (Sri Rupa)
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 18, 2022 9:36:31 GMT -6
Padyavali 139-140
Yashoda inquired of Krishna, 'How Much fresh milk have you consumed up to now?' While amid the elders he took his stand, He held Dhanistha's breast with his soft hand, And said, 'I have consumed this much you know.' May child Krishna his protection bestow. 139 (Sri Saranga) "Oh thieving damsel wither would you go, Your theft has been discovered don't you know? I had a pair of balls with which I played, Which you beneath your blouse would have conveyed." To retrieve his play balls without remorse, And thrilled with joy, he seized her breasts by force. All hail to Keshava of bristling hair, In Gokula, whose deeds are wondrous rare! 140 (Sri Dipaka)
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 18, 2022 9:38:43 GMT -6
Padyavali 166
Today, O beautiful one, in the wood, On the banks of Kalinda's daughter's flood, I heard the long strains of his flute refined, Now playful Madhava hath stole my mind. 166 (Anonymous)
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 18, 2022 9:41:10 GMT -6
Padyavali 300
That fruit of liberation, which the wise Strive to attain, by strict austerities, From pious Devaki's womb has appeared, Was by fond Yashoda nurtured and reared, But the ripe fruit, juicy and redolent, By cowherd girls is relished with content. 300 (A southerner)
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 22, 2022 12:57:18 GMT -6
Seeing the pots of curd not far away, Crawling upon his knees he hastes that way; But marking his mother turned back once more In fear; that child Keshava I adore. 141 (Anonymous) Consuming curds secretly without care, He saw reflected in a column there, That sparkled with gems lighting up the place, Taking it for another’s, his own face; In apprehension, as he looked about, He gazed in wonderment, surprise and doubt. “My friend,” said he, “pray come on over here; And I will give you of the curds a share; But this is secret, and you must not tell.” May anxious child Hari protect you well. 142 (Anonymous) Who waked at break of day when sounds were heard Of busy damsels churning cream and curd, With stealth into the milk parlour he crept, Where cowherd dames the sweet butter had kept; And from his mouth he blew a breath of air, Extinguished thus the bright lamps shining there, And did, in darkness, the fresh curds devour. May that sweet child Krishna be my saviour. 143 (Anonymous) Who stifles tinkling of his bright waistband, While holding it firmly with his left hand; And stooping low, proceeds on his tiptoes, And creeping with light paces forward goes. With eye gestures he makes the gopis keep Quiet, while he doth soft and silent creep Behind his mother while himself conceals; Thus child Hari the golden butter steals. 144 (Sri Sriman) With cautious steps he came in through the door, Took three or four paces across the floor, As silent entered he without a sound, And apprehensive, surveyed all around. The foe of Madhu’s face with smiles glowed, And thus the sport of stealing butter showed. 145 (Sri Rupa; the anthologist)
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 29, 2022 6:44:52 GMT -6
On a certain day the crest jewel of butter thieves Gopala stealthily approaches his mother after having consumed a quantity stolen butter. An anonymous poet has illustrated the same in a verse,
He wipes, with butter fingers, his face clean, Redolent of covertly pilfered cream; He rubbed his hands and their sweet fragrance smelt, Then wiped them on his tinkling waist belt; Now glancing here and there with restless eyes, He with soft cautious stifled paces hies; And with concealment child Gopala came, And thence approached his affectionate dame. 146
Once child Krishna lay asleep while his mother sat by, and in his dream, Krishna begins to address whom he sees in his dream, to the astonishment of his mother. The poet Sri Mayur has illustrated this scene in the following verse,
"Ah welcome Shambu, and Brahma to you; Sit on my left; Skanda! how do you do? Greetings lord Indra, I trust all is well; And lord Kuvera too, it's been a while." Thus talking in his sleep, the enemy Of Kaitabha, brought great anxiety To Yashoda, who fell into dismay, And said, ' Dear child what nonsense do you say?' Then with gestures to drive off and avoid The evil spirit, she herself employed. May Krishna's sleep-talk, and Yashoda's fuss Grant safety and protective grace to us. 147
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 29, 2022 8:49:01 GMT -6
Padyavali 148
The poet Sri Vasudeva expatiates further with a verse continuing the theme of Krishna's sleep-talk, answering some plaint, something like this,
''O Earth! compose yourself, be not aggrieved, Your burden shall certainly be relieved; Have I not all but slain Kamsa the king?" Thus spoke he as 'twere comforting to bring. While cowherd damsels in wonderment gazed, To hear him were astonished and amazed. Hail to the sleep-talk of that noble one, The child divine and Vasudeva's son! 148
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 29, 2022 9:52:55 GMT -6
Padyavali 149
Once Krishna had gone to a gopis house and his friends were unable to find him. They approached Nanda to inquire from him if Krishna was home, to which he replied that indeed Krishna was not home at that time. He sent them to go and look for him. The thread is taken up on their return by the renowned poet Umapatidhara in words something like these,
"We did not see him down by Kalindi, Nor on the hill, nor in the town did see; Under the Banyan tree, a shady spot, Or at Radha's courtyard, we saw him not." This when the husband of Yashoda heard, He beamed a smile by vast wonderment stirred; Then Hari slipped away concealed from view From his home; may he protect all of you. 149 (Umapatidhara)
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Post by madanmohandas on Dec 29, 2022 10:59:03 GMT -6
Padyavali 150
One day at the time of Krishna's departure to herd the cows, Yashoda admonishes him in terms like these from the poet Sri Abhinandana.
"O child when herding the cows far away, By mountain grottos and dark caves you stray, If a ferocious animal you see, Then contemplate the Primal Deity Narayana." So much Yashoda said, With fond maternal love disquieted. Which having heard, the mighty Mura's foe, Who on the world protection doth bestow, Stifled on his berry lips the while, His cheeks that broadened into a bright smile. 150
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