Vrndavane Viharator Iha Keli Kunje
Volume 2 Sri Gandharva Samprarthanastakam
vṛndāvane viharator iha keli-kuñje
matta-dvipa-pravara-kautuka-vibhrameṇa
sandarśayasva yuvayor vadanāravinda -
dvandvam ́ vidhehi mayi devi kṛpām ́ prasīda
O Goddess! Be merciful to me and reveal Your lotus face to me when You and Sri Krsna play in the playgroves of Vrndavana, enjoying like intoxicated, blissful Lordly elephants!
hā devi kāku-bhara-gadgadayādya vācā
yāce nipatya bhuvi daṇḍavad udbhaṭārtih ̣
asya prasādam abudhasya janasya kṛtvā
gāndharvike nija-gaṇe gaṇanām ́ vidhehi
O Goddess! In great distress I prostrate myself before You, falling ont he ground, praying piteously unto You with faltering voice. O Gandharvike! After You bestowed Your mercy on this fool, count him (her) amongst Your own people!
śyāme ramā-ramaṇa-sundaratā-variṣṭha -
saundarya-mohita-samasta-jagaê-janasya
śyāmasya vāma-bhuja-baddha-tanum ́ kadāham
́ tvām indirā-virala-rūpa-bharām ́ bhajāmi
O Syame (Sri Radhe )! When will I worship You as Indira ( Laksmi ), when Your beautiful body is bound up by Syama's leftarm? Krsna's beauty enchants all the people of the world and is even greater than that of Rama-ramana (Lord Visnu, Laksmi's husband).
tvām ́ pracchadena mudira-cchavinā
pidhāya mañjīra-mukta-caraṇām ́ ca vidhāya
devi kuñje vrajendra-tanayena virājamāne
naktam ́ kadā pramuditām abhisārayiṣye
O Goddess! When can I arrange for Your blissful nocturnal meeting with the son of the king of Vraja in the grove by covering Your body with a cloudblue sari and by removing theanklebells from Your feet?
kuñje prasūna-kula-kalpita-keli-talpe
samviṣṭayor madhura-narma-vilāsa-bhājoh
̣ loka-trayābharaṇayoś caraṇāmbujāni
samvāhayiṣyati kadā yuvayor jano 'yam
When will this person serve Your lotus feet, that adorn the three worlds by massaging them, as You are sitting together on a playbed made of flowers in a grove, while You are making sweet jokes with each other?
tvat-kunda-rodhasi vilāsa-pariśramena
svedāmbu-cumbi-vadanāmburuha-śriyau
vām vṛndāvaneśvari kadā taru-mūla-bhājau
samvījayāmi camarī-caya-cāmareṇa
O Queen of Vrndavana! When can I fan You with a yaktail fan with a jeweled rod when You and Sri Krsna are sitting under a tree, Your lotus-like faces beautified by drops of perspiration from fatigue after Your pastimes on the shore of Your pond (Sri Radha Kund )?
līnām ́ nikuñja-kuhare bhavatīm ́ mukunde
citraiva sūcitavatī rucirākṣi nāham
bhugnā bhruvam ́ na racayeti mṛṣā-ruṣam ́
tvām agre vrajendra-tanayasya kadānuneṣye
O beautiful-eyed One! It was not me who told Mukunda in which corner of the kunja You were hiding! Citra did it! Don't frown Your eyebrows at me in false anger! When can I take You before the son of the king of Vraja?
vāg-yuddha-keli-kutuke vraja-rāja-sūnum
́ jitvonmadām adhika-darpa-vikāsi-jalpām
phullābhir ālibhir analpam udīryamāṇa -
stotrām ́ kadā nu bhavatīm avalokayiṣye
When You defeat Krsna in a joking argument, You show even greater pride, extending Your proud words to Your blooming friends, who will praise You. When will I see You like this?
yah ̣ ko 'pi suṣṭhu vṛṣabhānu-kumārikāyāh
̣ samprārthanāṣṭakam idam ́ paṭhati
prapannah ̣ sā preyasā saha sametya
dhṛta-pramodā tasya prasāda-laharīm urarī-karoti
Anyone who nicely recites these eight prayers to the daughter of king Vrsabhanu will be accepted by Her in a wave of mercy and She will joyfully appear before her with Her lover.
Translation
O Goddess! Be merciful to me and reveal Your lotus face to me when You and Sri Krsna play in the playgroves of Vrndavana, enjoying like intoxicated, blissful Lordly elephants!
O Goddess! In great distress I prostrate myself before You, falling ont he ground, praying piteously unto You with faltering voice. O Gandharvike! After You bestowed Your mercy on this fool, count him (her) amongst Your own people!
O Syame (Sri Radhe )! When will I worship You as Indira ( Laksmi ), when Your beautiful body is bound up by Syama's leftarm? Krsna's beauty enchants all the people of the world and is even greater than that of Rama-ramana (Lord Visnu, Laksmi's husband).
O Goddess! When can I arrange for Your blissful nocturnal meeting with the son of the king of Vraja in the grove by covering Your body with a cloudblue sari and by removing theanklebells from Your feet?
When will this person serve Your lotus feet, that adorn the three worlds by massaging them, as You are sitting together on a playbed made of flowers in a grove, while You are making sweet jokes with each other?
O Queen of Vrndavana! When can I fan You with a yaktail fan with a jeweled rod when You and Sri Krsna are sitting under a tree, Your lotus-like faces beautified by drops of perspiration from fatigue after Your pastimes on the shore of Your pond (Sri Radha Kund )?
O beautiful-eyed One! It was not me who told Mukunda in which corner of the kunja You were hiding! Citra did it! Don't frown Your eyebrows at me in false anger! When can I take You before the son of the king of Vraja?
When You defeat Krsna in a joking argument, You show even greater pride, extending Your proud words to Your blooming friends, who will praise You. When will I see You like this?