Hede He! Nagara Vara Suno He Muralidhara
Song 54
hede he nāgara-vara śuno he
muralīdhara nivedana kari tuyā pāya
caraṇa nakhara maṇi jeno cāṅdera
gāṅthani bhāla śobhe āmāra galāya
O my dear Hero! O Lord, the flute player! Please hear my request to You. Your jewel-like toenails resemble the rows of moons that I wear like a necklace around my neck.
śrīdāma sudāma sa ṅ ge jakhana vane
jāo raṅge takhana āmi duyāre dāṅḍāye
mane kari saṅge yāi guru-janāra
bhaya pāi āṅkhi rahe tuyā pāne ceye
When You go to the forest with Sridama and Sudama, at that time I stand at the doorstep thinking of going with You. But I am afraid of the elders and the respectable people. Therefore, my eyes simply gaze after You.
cāi navīna megha pāne tuyā bandhu
paḍe mane elāile keśa nāhi bāṅdhi
randhana śālāte jāi tuyā bandhu guṇa
gāi dhū ṅ yāra chalanā kari kāṅdi
Whenever I see the new clouds, O my friend, I immediately remember You and I let loose my hair. When I cook in the kitchen, I simply sing Your glories and cry on the pretext of smoke.
maṇi nao māṇika nao āṅcale bāndhile
rao phula nao je keśe kari veśe
nāri nā karite vidhi tuyā hena
guṇanidhi laiyā phiritāma deśe deśe
O beloved Lord! You are neither a jewel nor a diamond that I can keep You tied to the end of my cloth. You are not a flower that I can decorate my hair with. If I were not a woman, I could have taken You, the ocean of divine qualities, all over the country.
aguru candana haitāma tuyā aṅge māthā
ra-itāma ghāmiyā paḍitāma rāṅgā pāya
ki mora manera sādha vāmana haye
cāṅda hāta vidhi ki sādha pūrābe āmāya
If I were a guru or sandalwood, then I would be smeared on Your limbs, and when You would perspire, I would have fallen at Your reddish lotus feet. What desires I have! Although I am a dwarf, still I want to touch the moon. Will the creator ever fulfill my desire?
narottama dāsa kaya śuno ohe
dayāmaya tumi āmāya nā chāḍiha dayā
ye dina tomāra bhāve āmāra parāṇa
yābe sei dina dio pada-chāyā
Narottama dasa says, "Please hear, O most merciful Lord! Please do not neglect me. The day I give up my body being fully absorbed in Your thoughts, please give me shelter at Your lotus feet.
Translation
O my dear Hero! O Lord, the flute player! Please hear my request to You. Your jewel-like toenails resemble the rows of moons that I wear like a necklace around my neck.
When You go to the forest with Sridama and Sudama, at that time I stand at the doorstep thinking of going with You. But I am afraid of the elders and the respectable people. Therefore, my eyes simply gaze after You.
Whenever I see the new clouds, O my friend, I immediately remember You and I let loose my hair. When I cook in the kitchen, I simply sing Your glories and cry on the pretext of smoke.
O beloved Lord! You are neither a jewel nor a diamond that I can keep You tied to the end of my cloth. You are not a flower that I can decorate my hair with. If I were not a woman, I could have taken You, the ocean of divine qualities, all over the country.
If I were a guru or sandalwood, then I would be smeared on Your limbs, and when You would perspire, I would have fallen at Your reddish lotus feet. What desires I have! Although I am a dwarf, still I want to touch the moon. Will the creator ever fulfill my desire?
Narottama dasa says, "Please hear, O most merciful Lord! Please do not neglect me. The day I give up my body being fully absorbed in Your thoughts, please give me shelter at Your lotus feet.