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| Saturday, February 7th, 2009 | | 10:52 am |
Worshipable Deity of Srimati Radharani
Srimati Radharani's worshipable deity is the sun-god, who enlivens the lotus flowers and acts as an eye for the entire world. | | 10:38 am |
Appearance of Srimati Radharani
Srimati Radharani's glorious birth occured on the eighth day of the bright moon in the month of Bhadra | | 10:06 am |
Srimati Radharani
Among all the beautiful gopis Srimati Radharani is the best. Radharani is the queen of Vrndavana. | | Saturday, December 13th, 2008 | | 1:29 pm |
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Rawal
Dear devotees please accept my humble obaisences all glories to Srila Prabhupada.
Some devotees believe Varsana is the birth place of Radharani, this is a misunderstanding ,actually it is Rawal in Gokula. In the Bhakti Ratnakara chapter 5 , it is explained how Raghava Pandita took Narotama das Thakura and Srinivasa Acaray on Vraja mandal parikrama and there he is narating the glories of Rawal and how Radha appeared there and how Lord Caitanya visited this place:
Here Lord Caitanya became maddened with ecstatic love and performed sankirtan. He went with his followers to see Krsna’s birthplace. Caitanya described the various episodes of Krsna’s birth to his companions and his mind became overwhelmed. This is the place where Nanda Maharaja and other cowherd men would consult with their friends and also where elderly gopis would sing theglories of Krsna. But because the residents of Gokul frequently faced calamities they decided to shift to Vrndavana. Raghava pointed out the path by which the cowherd men from Gokul and Rawal would use to go to Vrndavana. During their journey they had great fun crossing the Jamuna near Vandiravana. In Sakarali village they collected the cows and calves and all took rest. Rawal was the village of Vrishabhanu where Sri Radhika took birth to enlighten the whole world.
“Let my mind be filled with love for Vishabhanupur in Rawal where the precious gem Sri Radha appeared in the mine of Kirtida’s room for which mother was praised by the demigods, rishis and human beings.” (Stavavali) This is a song.
What a happy moment passed in Vishabhanu’s temple when Radhika took birth from Kirtida’s womb. Brightening the world Sri Radha vanguished the sighs and depressions of everyone. Her body was soft as milk cream and beautifully shaped. Seeing her beauty her parents could not control their excitment and repeatedly looked at her moonlike face. A glorious sound is covering the world and the gopis are singing the Mangala Geet. Various instruments accompany the song and shouting in jubilation dancing gopis join in. Tamuk, curd and milk were brought for the occasion and the cowherd men laughed and enjoyed themselves. The brahmins and the singers were offered valuable gifts and Narahari also became joyful observing the fun.
Raghava continued to explain that seeing the beauty of Radha her parents were unable to take their minds away from her. For her well being they distributed many things to the visitors. As Radha played with her friends, her mother’s joy increased. Vishabhanu also observed the fun with his friends in Rawal.
O Srinivasa, after coming from Gokul Candra stayed here for sometime and he became overwhelmed with spiritual joy when he saw the Rawal village. Seeing this sannyasi saint people came from all directions with the name of Hari on their lips. When they saw the beauty of his face they felt that the sannyasi must be Krsna who had come to earth to enjoy himslef as a fair sannyasi. Other people were not able to express their feelings in words but everyone cried in enchantment. After performing his divine lilas in Rawal, Caitanya went to Mathura with Sanodra.
O Srinivasa, this pleasant and lonely place is full of the childhood lilas of Radhika.
After discussing these different holy places they passed the night in Rawal discussing the glory of Krsna. No one can describe the aesthetic feelings of love Sri Raghava, Srinivasa and Sri Narottama experienced. Whoever hears this story attentively will be blessed by Sri Radha, Sri Krsna and Sri Caitanya.
your servant Payonidhi das | | Friday, December 12th, 2008 | | 9:45 pm |
Ananda-mayo 'bhyasat
Veedanta sutra 1.1.12. | | 9:34 pm |
Athato brahma jijnasa
Vedanta sutra 1.1.1 | | Saturday, November 29th, 2008 | | 8:38 am |
Two lilas
Madhurya lila - Vrindavana. Lila of sweet love between Sri Radha and Krishna.
Audarya lila - lila of Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu. Lila of most merciful pastime of incarnation of the Lord. | | Saturday, August 30th, 2008 | | 12:28 pm |
Chapter 16
Conclusion
The lotus flowers of Lord Chaitanya's eyes were covered with the flowing drops of honey that were His tears. The hairs of His body stood up and He trembled in ecstasy. In a voice chocked with bliss He called out: Hari! Hari! I pray that Supreme Personality of Godhead, Lord Chaitanya Mahaprabhu, the son of Saci-devi, may give you all a great festival of the nectar of the transcendental bliss of pure love for Krishna.
Forked-tongued snakes may kill these very beautiful, auspicious songs with the virulent poison of criticizing their meaning or style. However, when these nectarean prayers, filled with love for the divine couple, are dipped deep into the nectar ocean of Radharani's pastimes, they will at once become restored to life.
I pray that the devotes expert at relishing transcendental mellows may decorate their thoughts with the literary graces of these songs. I pray that they may lovingly place my beautiful songs in their throats and minds. After composing this poem, I have offered it to the lotus feet of Shri Shri Radha-Krishna. I pray that in Their hearts They may be pleased with me, and someday They will allow me to directly see a little of Their confidential pastimes. | | 12:27 pm |
Chapter 15
Your happiness
Krishna is the delicate young son of Yasoda-devi. He is the most charming boy in all the universes. He is the wealthy capitalist who owns a great treasury of transcendental love. He is immersed in the sentiments of ever- fresh transcendental amorous love. He increases the ocean of transcendental bliss. He enjoys transcendental pastimes in the nectarean mellows of madhura-rasa. He is Radharani's transcendental necklace. O readers, please offer your respectful obeisances unto Him.
Radharani is the life and soul of Krishna, the king of Vrndavana forest. She is the transcendental desire-creeper of the splendid mellow of transcendental amorous love. She is constantly overwhelmed by intense passionate love for Krishna. She is virtuous, splendid, playful, youthful, and charming. All glories unto Her.
A nectar river of transcendental joking words flows through Shri Shri Radha- Krishna's amorous pastimes. Lord Siva, Lord Brahma, Sukadeva Gosvami, and Narada Muni, all aspire to one day see Shri Shri Radha-Krishna's amorous pastimes.
I pray that my mind may enter into the transcendental loving pastimes of Shri Shri Radha-Krishna. Shri Shri Radha-Krishna's pastimes have their natural home in Vrndavana forest. The ever-fresh nectar of these pastimes is always manifested in the minds and hearts of the devotees. Shri Shri Radha-Krishna's pastimes make impersonal liberation taste very bitter. Those pastimes grant one splendid transcendental love for Krishna's lotus feet.
Shri Shri Radha-Krishna's pastimes display great amorous passion at every moment. These pastimes are like a great ocean of transcendental nectar. Sukadeva Gosvami, the best of sages, proclaims that when one understands Shri Shri Radha-Krishna's pastimes the exalted post of the demigod Brahma is seen to be very lowly and unimportant. Shri Shri Radha- Krishna's pastimes are far beyond the touch of the insignificant, inert material energy consisting of the three modes of nature. Shri Shri Radha-Krishna's pastimes are directly seen by Radharani's dear gopi- friends. Those pastimes are carefully hidden from the view of even the best portions of the Four Vedas. Shri Shri Radha-Krishna's pastimes are far beyond the view of this material world. These pastimes expand the love of the divine couple in many kinds of crooked transcendental pastimes. Eager to taste the sweet bliss of Shri Shri Radha-Krishna's pastimes, Prabodhananda Sarasvati has sung this song. O audience, please place your hearts in the transcendental treasure of this song. Wandering in the fearsome jungle of repeated birth and death, the mad elephant of my mind has become scorshed by a great host of sufferings. This elephant has remained alive by taking the many female elephants of it's activities and leaving that jungle to walk on the path chalked out by the saintly devotees. I pray that this mad elephant of my mind may deeply plunge into the nectar ocean of Radharani's transcendental pastimes, for the intensely blissful, cooling waters of that ocean extinguish the three-fold burning sufferings of this material world.
Please take shelter of the moving and non-moving residents of Vrndavana, for they are the source of the great treasure of the nectar of transcendental mellows.
O audience, please sing the transcendental pastimes of Shri Shri Radha- Madhava. Please delight your heart with the nectar of transcendental mellows.
Please see the grove of Radharani's pastimes. This grove is filled with the nectar of Her very wonderful amorous pastimes. Please circumambulate the land of Vraja, which is more pleasing and beautiful than even Vaikunthaloka. Lord Siva and Lord Brahma yearn to be able to go to Vraja. Please wander on the sandy shores of the Yamuna river, the daughter of the sun-god. The illusory potency maya has no power to act there. Please lead your mind to Vraja's prince Krishna, who is a great nectar ocean of transcendental bliss.
Give up even the slightest fragrence of the dangerous sense-gratification of this world. Instead, develop firm love for Krishna's lotus feet. Please search for an exalted devotee who has attained the nectar of Radharani's lotus feet. Please try to understand the ever-fresh passionate madhura-rasa, the king of all transcendental mellows.
I pray that Prabodhananda Sarasvati's most auspicios song may bring some love of Krishna to it's audience. Leave far away the association of beautiful women and all other kinds of material sense-gratification. Do not uselessly suffer by following all the rituals of karma-kanda. Know that mystic-yoga perfections are just like the tricks of a magician. Spit on the very bitter liberation of the impersonalists. Instead, worship the Supreme Personaliyt of Godhead, Lord Krishna, the king of Vrndavana, and become a follower of Radharani. That is where the nectar is. The waves of Shri Shri Radha-Krishna's pastimes flow in the form of Krishna's emotional appeal to Radharani at Their meeting and Her pretended aversion to Him. Like a thief in the darkness of night while everyoone sleeps, these waves arrange for the meeting of Shri Shri Radha-Krishna. These waves flow in the lovely groves of Vrndavana and the wavesof the Yamuna river. I pray that these waves of Shri Shri Radha-Krishna's pastimes may always protect you all. | | 12:26 pm |
Chapter 14
The pastimes of Shri Shri Radha-Madhava
Overwhelmed by feelings of separation, the gopis wandered about, searching
for their most dear Shri Shri Radha-Krishna, all the while chanting Their transcendental glories. Finally finding Them, who two are abode of expansive mercy and the original source of all bliss, the gopis all became plunged in intense love for Them.
Some gopis jubilantly decorated the dearmost Radharani with pearl- necklaces, flower-garlands, mascara, nice ornaments, kunkuma, fragrant ointments, red lac, and a lovely bodice. At the same time other gopis pleased their beloved Radharani by nicely decorating Krishna with gunja-necklaces, a peacock-feather crown, flower-garlands, scents, and yellow garments. When Krishna entered a secluded grove, prepared a bed of delicate flowers, and lay down on it with Radharani, the queen of His life, by His side, all the gopis, who were staying outside became very pleased to see all these transcendental pastimes of the dear divine couple. Seeing Shri Shri Radha-Krishna united, one gopi became plunged in the nectar ocean of transcendental bliss. She jubilantly spoke the following words to the other gopis:
Radharani as overwhelmed with shyness and fear to meet Krishna. Krishna took Her by the hand and brought Her into the cottage of creepers. He then asked the gopis to remain outside.
When Krishna, the young hero of Vraja enjoys pastimes with Her, Radharani becomes plunged in the nectar ocean of transcendental happiness. Eager to hear words from silent Radha, Krishna asks Her one question after another. His mind agitated with the intense desire to enjoy amorous pastimes with Her, He brings Her to the bed as if by force.
Krishna unties Radharani's bodice and scratches Her large breasts with His sharp fingernails. He tightly embraces Her. As He trembles with passion the splendid bracelets on His hands tinkle. Then Krishna kissed Radharani in many different ways, drinking the nectar of Her lips. Then He placed His hand within Her undergarment, violently agitating His beloved Radharani. In this amorous struggle Krishna displayed the very wonderful prowess of a regal mad elephant. After some time He became exhausted. His body became cool. He closed His eyes and rested on the breasts of Radharani, who was as dear to Him as His own life.
The amorous expertize of the beautiful heroine Radharani, who was maddened with passion, greatly pleased and satisfied Krishna. The gentle, nectar breeze carrying the scents of the blossoming lotus flowers and the cooling spray of the Yamuna river, increased His happiness.
Krishna's peacock-feather crown was in disarray, His flower-garland broken, and His tilaka markings crushed. He affectionately drew many designs and pictures in red kunkuma on Radharani's body. O devotee filled with love for the divine couple, please immerse your
heart in the glory of the nectarean pastimes of Krishna, who is overwhelmed with love for Radharani's lotus feet, as described in this charming song by Prabodhananda Sarasvati. Please do not fall into the trap set by the karma- kanda and jnana-kanda portions of the Vedas.
One whose mind does not even once relish the stream of madhvika nectar which flows from Shri Shri Radha-Krishna's lotus feet, fulfilling all desires, and one whose eyes do not continually see Shri Shri Radha-Krishna's transcendental amorous pastimes here in these groves of Vrndavana, lives in vain. Fie on his useless life!
O bewildered mind, if you wish to actually plunge deep into the nectar ocean of transcendental mellows, then with a great festival of transcendental love, please worship Radharani's lotus feet. The Vraja-gopis, who are all filled with the nectar of transcendental love, are all portions of the portions of a portion of the effulgence of the jewel-like toenails of Radharani. Embraced by Govinda's arms, Radharani is violently tossed about by the bliss of His great artistry of expert amorous love. I pray that Radharani, who remains unknown even to the Upanisads, the most important Vedic texts, may protect you all. | | 12:25 pm |
Chapter 13
Madhava bereft
As the gopis became maddened with bliss by their singing and dancing, Madhava and His beloved Radharani left the charming circle of the rasa- dance, and with quick steps entered the impenetrable forest. A certain beautiful gopi who was the object of Radharani's mercy, happily observed the divine couple's amorous pastimes form a distance. That fortunate gopi at once left the rasa-dance circle and followed Shri Shri Radha-Krishna.
That fortunate gopi followed the divine couple, Shri Shri Radha-Krishna, who were like two oceans of transcendental nectar. Whatever Shri Shri Radha-Krishna sat down, lay down, picked flowers for a festival of amorous pastimes, entered a charming forest-grove, or enjoyed pastimes, smiling and laughing with Their arms placed around each other's shoulders, that gopi followed Them.
As Krishna stopped to hear the parrots recite the dear pastimes of Radharani, He closed His eyes. As His eyes were closed, Radharani, in a joking mood, eagerly hid Herself, disappearing from His view. As Krishna's life and soul, Radharani, playful smiled and laughed as She hid behind a creeper, Krishna became extremely distraught. Not finding His beloved Radha, He considered every moment to be as long as an endless kalpa. O Radha, My mind constantly remembers Your beautiful face, like a splendid moon, the best of nectar oceans, or a stream of nectar-honey flowing from Your gentle smile. As My mind remembers Your face, it yearns to enjoy amorous pastimes with You.
O Radha, where are You? Please give Me the sight of Your beautiful form. Now that You jokingly hide from Me for a moment, merciless cupid is showering Me His terrible arrows.
Your beautiful eyes have removed the pride of the lotus flowers. Your curling locks of hair have fallen over Your beautiful cheeks. Please let Me see You! Please save My life! O moon-faced Radha, please understand that I am Your menial servant. I am very gentle at heart, and this joke makes Me suffer intensely. How many jokes like this will You play on Me. O Radha, whose beautiful form is the source of all My happiness, O Radha, whose beautiful form makes the splendor of hosts of new golden campaka flowers tremble in fear, O victory-flag of cupid, a moment's separation from You have painfully shattered the great mountain of My peaceful composure. O Radha whose breasts are very full and firm, I am Your surrendered servant. With great difficulty I have come here to meet You. O Radha, whose neck is decorated with an exquisite jewel-necklace, please show Me Your smiling face that lights up this ever-fresh forest of Vrndavana. You are glorified by the most eloquent parrots. In My heart I am devoted to Yo and no one else. My mind is agitated and bewildered: Why are You so averse to Me?
O noble peacock, O charming fawn, you are My friends. I request that you become My witnesses: Today I make this vow: If Krishna does not today meet doe-eyed Radharani, then He will kill Himself and give up His incomparable youthful life.
Filled with the nectar of love for Him, Radharani then appeared before Krishna and enjoyed very sweet pastimes with Him. Because it requires a very pure heart to understand these pastimes, Prabodhananda Sarasvati does not know exactly what She said to Him at that time.
Krishna has kindly placed Himself in Your lap. Now He is Yours to keep or sell. Whether awake, dreaming, or in dreamless sleep He deeply loves You and thinks of no one else. O delicate-limbed Radharani, He now stands beside You for a moment just to agitate You. He now places His soft lotus feet on Your very hard breasts.
The wonderful nectarean love of Shri Shri Radha-Krishna is sought by great devotees like Narada and Sukadeva Gosvami. The goddess of fortune yearns to attain it. It makes the dear gopis appear like intoxicated madwomen. Lord Siva has abandoned all material happiness and accepted the position of a mendicant to seek after it. I pray that pure love of Shri Shri Radha-Krishna may always protect you all. | | 12:25 pm |
Chapter 12
Enjoying various wonderful amorous pastimes,
Shri Shri Radha-Krishna beam with transcendental happiness
Once, smiling with happiness because of enjoying various wonderful amorous pastimes, Radharani said to Her lover Krishna: With the sound of Your flute please call My young Vraja-gopi maidservants and perform a rasa-dance with them.
Radharani placed Her arm around the shoulder of Her lover Krishna as He played the flute. Her curiosity aroused by seeing the wonderful events around Her, She spoke the following words to Her lover: The Yamuna river no longer flows at its natural speed. In the sky the moon hides himself by his own power. The sweet nectar of Your flute-music causes this. The hard rocks are now melting. This is very astonishing. The entire world appears to be flooded with very sweet nectar. The young gopis have become rapt in meditation on Your lotus feet. They no longer have the power to return to their homes. Your surabhi cows in this forest have stopped chewing the grass in their mouths. Their closed eyes appear like flower buds. The delighted birds coo very softly and languidly, making sounds of incomparable nectar. The hearts of the moving and non-moving living entities in this forest have become filled with the nectar of transcendental happiness by hearing this sweet music. The austere impersonalist munis have now become able to see Your lotus feet with their own eyes. In this way they have become genuinely saintly. Please place Prabodhananda Sarasvati's jubilant song in your mouth and happily enter into the glories of Krishna. Intent on pleasing Radharani, Krishna expertly expanded Himself, so that He
was standing beside each gopi simultaneously. He took the gopis' braceleted hands in His hands, and He placed His arms around their necks. In this way, as a fragrant, gentle breeze below over the splendid broad Yamuna beach, Krishna performed the rasa-dance with the gopis.
Hearing the sound of the flute, one gopi, who was not a personal friend of Radharani, wanted to go to Krishna. When her husband forcibly stopped her, she felt intense pain, and she fixed her mind on Shri Shri Radha-Krishna. This meditation transformed her into a perfectly pure devotee. She was then able to easily leave the house wothout being stopped. She entered the arena of the rasa-dance, and spoke the following words:
Krishna plays His charming jeweled flute, from which flows eternally-fresh nectar of sweet musical sounds. Krishna dances the charming rasa-dance. In this way He enjoys pastimes with the young gopi, who are all expert at relishing the nectar of transcendental mellows. Moving His hands in many different ways, Krishna dances with wonderful, effortless grace. Krishna claps appropriate rhythms to accompany the sometimes slow and sometimes fast steps of the
dancers. Krishna gracefully moved His handsome transcendental form, as dark as a rain cloud, and decorated with jeweled bracelets and other ornaments. As Krishna dances with Radharani He gracefully kisses Her bimba-fruit lips. Receiving betel-nuts and camphor from Lalita, Krishna placed them in His beloved Radharani's mouth. Krishna praises the gopis, who sing and play musical instruments with the greatest artistry. O audience expert at relishing transcendental mellows, please hear Prabodhananda Sarasvati's beautiful song describing the sweetest nectar of Krishna's pastimes. Krishna removed one gopi's pearl-studded bodice ad passionately scratched her breasts with His sharp nails. He kissed another gopi, embraced a third, snatched away the undergarments from another, and leading another gopi away from the rasa-dance circle, enjoyed wonderful amorous pastimes with her. All glories to Radharani's passionate lover Krishna, who expertly enjoyed the rasa-dance in this way. The gopis gazed at the smiling couple, Shri Shri Radha-Krishna, and then entered the rasa-dance, at once becoming plunged in the nectar of transcendental mellows. The music of Krishna's flute makes the trees suddenly bloom. That music stops the swift current of the Yamuna river, interrupts the yogurt-churning of the gopis, melts the stones, sprinkles nectar everywhere, and loosens the undergarments of the chaste gopis. I pray that Govinda's flute music, which astonishes the greatest of poets, may protect you all. | | 12:24 pm |
Chapter 11
Agitated Radharani
Forced to walk slowly because of Her broad hips, Radharani and her gopi- friends took a long time to arrive at the rendezvous. When Krishna saw that Radharani, the sustainer of His life, had still not arrived, His heart became turbulent with love for Her. He wandered about searching for Her, and He finally sat down, despondent, in a grove of Kadamba trees near His own home.
Somehow or other, with great expertise a gopi-friend brought Radharani from the midst of Her elderly relatives to the bumble-bee filled grove where She was to meet Krishna. At first Radharani was jubilant, but when She could not find Her lover Krishna, She became agitated and despondent. Radharani was so distraught that Her body became at once so emaciated that
the bracelets slipped from Her wrists. The gopi-friend comported Her, and then set out to find Krishna. Noticing some peacocks dancing in a grove of Kadamba trees, she went there, found Krishna, and spoke to Him the following words:
Radharani is looking everywhere for the handsome, smiling flute-player, decorated with a peacock-feather, and trembling with amorous passion. She constantly embraces Him in Her heart. O Madhava, my dear friend Radharani is very unhappy. She is tormented by a
limitless, overwhelming, passionate love for You. One moment She goes outside. The next moment She re-enters the forest- cottage. Your beloved Radharani thus wanders about in an agitated condition. She is so distracted that She will take no care to neatly arrange Her
disheveled sari. She repeatedly calls out in a anxious piteous voice: O My Lord! She
sprinkles the trees and creepers with the tears from Her eyes. She rolls about on the ground.
Sometimes She runs to and fro, and other times She falls to the ground unconscious. Her hair has become disheveled. She rips Her sari, and breaks Her flower-bracelet and severs Her jewel-necklace. One moment She searches for a particular creepers, and the next moment She
wants to go to the Yamuna. Her eyes filled with tears, She says: O gopi- friend, please go home now, and give all your love to Krishna's lotus feet. Her heart is agitated by the nectar of intense love for Your lotus feet. She addresses You in Your absence: O My Lord, if You delay to come here, I do not know how I shall be able to maintain My life.
If I actually understand the charming, eternally nectarean nature of You and Your beloved Radharani, then I think You will certainly go to see Your beloved, who considers Her own life insignificant in comparison to Your wishes, and You will reciprocate Her passionate love for You. These words of the gopi-friend of Radharani, who was agitated with the nectar of love for Krishna, have been narrated by Prabodhananda Sarasvati. These words contain the strikingly wonderful pastime of Radharani's passionate longing for Madhava.
In the forest of Vrndavana, which is always filled with ever-fresh transcendental nectar, all the living entities felt empathy for Radharani, who was filled with suffering because of Her separation form Krishna. For this reason the deer and birds wailed in lamentation, the trees ad creepers declined to push forward any blossoms, the spotless autumn moon hid behind a
cloud, and the naturally cooling and fragrant breezes did not blow. Appearing like an overflooding ocean of nectar, Krishna at once went to beautiful Radharani. Kissing and embracing Her, and enjoying amorous pastimes with Her, He brought Her great delight.
Krishna trembled with amorous passion; Radharani shyly retreated form Him. He became intent on amorous conversation with Her; She stubbornly remained silent. He pulled Her onto a bed of flower petals. He embraced Her; She resisted. He tightly pressed Her; She begged Him to stop. I pray that these ever-fresh amorous pastimes of Shri Shri Radha-Krishna may protect you all. | | 12:24 pm |
Chapter 10
Trembling Madhava
Krishna, the tilaka decoration of expert and intelligent lovers, showered simple, honest Radharani with the wonderful amorous nectar of the soft, sweet music of His flute, maddening her with amorous intoxication. In this way He repeatedly called Her to enjoy with Him in the forest of Vrndavana. As Radharani heard the sound of Krishna's flute, She became agitated with amorous desires. She began to leave the house, but when She saw Her elderly relatives standing in the doorway, She remained inside. The sound of Krishna's flute had been like a thunderbolt, making Her mind reel and totter. Filled with longings to enjoy with Krishna, She spoke the following words to a dear gopi-friend:
Look around us at the agitated peacocks happily dancing everywhere to this flute music. This sight makes My mind remember the flutist, whose complexion is the dark color of a rain-cloud.
Dear friend, please save My life. I am overwhelmed with amorous desire. Quickly bring Me to the source of this soft, sweet flute-music. It is as if this flutist has recited a swiftly flying, very, very perfect mantra to enchant Me with amorous desires. It is as if this flutist is the cupid inimical to all young girls, and has wounded My heart with His arrows. The sweet waves of nectar from Krishna's nectar lips have assumed the form of this flute music that fills My ears and destroys My ability to perform household duties.
This flute-music is like a flowing stream of nectar that agitates My heart and makes My home appear just like a boundless ocean of poison. This nectar presses Me to offer My body as a gift before Krishna's lotus feet. Now that I have drunk the nectar of Krishna's flute, a flooding ocean of love for Him is rising within Me. Krishna is more dear to Me than My own life. I do not know anyone more dear to Me than He. What does My goof reputation matter to Me? What do I care about the shame I face before My superiors? In the core of My heart I am now fatally wounded by the shower of dangerous poisoned flower-arrows that is the music of Krishna's flute. I am overwhelmed with amorous love for this flutist. If you will not expertly take Me to Him, then look, I shall go to Him by Myself. The attainment of Radharani's lotus feet is the only goal of destitute Prabodhananda Sarasvati's life. He always carries in his heart the hope that some day with great love he shall eagerly arrange for the meeting of the dear Divine Couple.
Radharani said: My dear friend, I place a blade of grass between My teeth, and I fall down to offer obeisances at your feet. I shall now offer Myself for sale. Please purchase Me by paying the price of your love for Me. To this Radharani, please show dark-complexioned Krishna, the most handsome of teen-age boys. It is as if My life has now passed away. Please restore My life. The gopi replied: My friend, how many times in the past have I not said this Krishna is very proud. What He is like now, whether He is still proud or not, I do not know. He may still be very proud. O friend more dear than life, I shall first go to see Him for Your sake, and then after I understand His nature, I shall bring You to Him.
This gopi, after speaking these words so pleasing to Radharani, approached Krishna, who was sitting at the base of a kadamba tree. At first Krishna did not notice the gopis' arrival. When He saw her, she offered respects to Krishna, the crown of those expert at relishing transcendental mellows, she described the sufferings of Radharani in the following words:
As the cooling moon rose in the sky, the beautiful goddess Radharani lifted Her face. She yearned to kiss You. O Madhava, Radharani is very pleased with You. If She hears the sound of Your flute, She takes no account of the words of Her people. When She sees a new cloud in the sky, She yearns to repeatedly embrace You. If youthful Radharani sees a garland of peacock feather, She becomes struck with wonder. In a private place She draws a picture of Your noble, handsome form, and then tightly presses that picture to Her full breasts. When beautiful Radharani hears the nectar of Your holy name, She becomes at once agitated with intense love for You. When Radharani meditates on Her amorous pastimes with You, She becomes overwhelmed and falls to the ground unconscious.
When Radharani tightly embraces You, clinging to Your nectarean transcendental form, She becomes plunged into the nectar ocean of intense love for You.
I pray that this nectarean song of Prabodhananda Sarasvati may create in those who hear it devotional love for Krishna' lotus feet. At this moment You repeatedly sing: Radha! Radha!. O Krishna, when I have left and You see that I am far away, will You stop saying "Radha" and
suddenly become silent? I think not. Everyone knows that by nature You are always filled with the regal opulence of sweet love for Radha. Do not try to deceive me. Smile, and admit it.
Krishna arranged for a rendezvous in a secluded forest-grove, and then sent the gopi back to
her dear friend Radharani. Overwhelmed with bliss, the gopi ran as fast as she could, repeatedly stumbling as she went. She approached her dear friend Radharani, and informed Her of all that had happened. Krishna said to Lalita: Radha's name makes Me tremble. The tinkling sound of Her sash of bells maddens Me. The beautiful splendor of Her form makes My eyes tremble with delight. I worry that She will accidentally go to the wrong solitary place tonight, and We shall not meet. This fear torments My heart. O Lalita, please go to Her and tell Her again where to meet Me. I pray that Krishna, whose eyes were filled with tears as He spoke these words, may protect you all. | | 12:23 pm |
Chapter 9
Jubilant Radha-Madhava
One evening Radharani enjoyed wonderful amorous pastimes with Madhava to Her heart's content. Although Her heart was actually plunged in the nectar ocean of transcendental bliss, She pretended to be unhappy as She spoke the following words to a gopi-friend: Once, after all My relatives had left, and I was alone in a cottage much like this, Krishna entered unseen and suddenly approached Me. I became very agitated at the sight of Him, and My creeperlike arms began to tremble. O friend, listen to what happened to me last night. Alas! Alas! This Krishna, the crest jewel of thieves and debauchees, caused me such great pain. Knowing that My husband had already left, when I saw Krishna outside the door I knew I was quite powerless against Him. He entered inside and at once took Me by My bracelet-decorated hand. His mind agitated with amorous passion He began to fulfill the desires burning within My breasts. I paused to remove the dangerously tinkling bells decorating My ankles and waist. He tore open My bodice and with His fingernails scratched My breasts to His full desire. He tightly embraced Me and bit My lips to His heart's content. Maddened by fierce amorous passion, He untied My undergarment and pressed His body against Mine. I cried in pain. I tried to push Him away with My hand. I cried out: Oh! Oh! No! No! In this way restless Krishna fulfilled His desire. His transcendental body became filled with the nectar of amorous happiness. He spoke soft words charged with passion. The now inactive serpent Krishna covered His body, now clearly marked with the signs of conjugal love. I quickly left Him and went to another part of the house.
In the soft darkness I heard the quickly jingling ankle-bells that indicated My husband's return. When I heard his friends, still outside the house, say "Who is this?" I fell into a great abyss of fear. The mind off Prabodhananda Sarasvati constantly hopes to one day become able to directly hear the ever-sweet, priceless nectar of the pastimes of Radharani's words like this. My husband now stares at Me with angry eyes. He rebukes Me with millions of bitter words. Laughing like a madman, he pulls Me back and forth. He repeatedly beats Me with a toy lotus flower. Where shall I go? What shall I do? O My friend, what has happened to Me? Krishna no longer throws sidelong glances at Me. He no longer excites My amorous desires with His playful, suggestive smile. He no longer touches My shoulders. He no longer freely laughs and jokes with Me. He no longer associates with Me, but leaves Me to enjoy pastimes with the gopis. Oh, what has happened to Me?
Unaware that hiding Radharani was eavesdropping nearby, Krishna lamented: O Hari, O Hari, No longer shall I happily kiss Radharani. No longer shall I see Her beautiful face, or press Her breasts, or scratch them with My fingernails. No longer shall I see Her beauty. No longer, having seen a little of the splendor of Her hips, shall I fling far away Her undergarments. I pray that Krishna, who delights the hiding Radharani with these words, may protect you all. | | 12:23 pm |
Chapter 8
Lord Madhava agitated by the nectar of transcendental pastimes
Krishna, the crest jewel of expert lovers, constantly meditate on beautiful Radharani, whose eyes were like two restless cakori birds. He searched for Her, and He planned how He could press to His chest the two glorious and lofty golden mountains of Her breasts. One day Krishna entered a clump of blue lotus flowers growing in the waters of the Yamuna river. At that time Radharani also entered the water to take Her bath. Sporting like an intoxicated young elephant, Krishna then attained the priceless treasure of embracing the two waterpots of the uncovered breasts of Radharani, whose beautiful thighs defeated the splendor of plantain trees.
In a forest cottage one dark night Krishna, wearing blue garments without any jewel ornaments, presented Himself before Radharani. With His breath He suddenly extinguish the only lamp. In the ensuing intense darkness He celebrated a great festival of the embraces of Radharani, whose face was a beautiful as a blossomed lotus flower.
One time in a new forest grove a certain gopi dragged Krishna into a cottage of creepers where Radharani was very agitated to enjoy pastimes with Him. In that cottage Krishna attained the topmost summit of transcendental bliss by embracing Radharani.
One time a very expert gopi dressed Krishna in the disguise of a beautiful young girl and sent Him to Radharani, who became bewildered and could not recognize this young girl as Krishna, the lord of Her life. She became enchanted by the sweet beauty of the disguised Krishna, and She found Herself drowning in the flooding ocean of transcendental love for Him. She addressed Him in the following words:
My dear gopi, in My heart I have fallen in love with Your splendid, charming, delicate, very youthful form, as beautiful as a blue lotus petal. Moon-faced girl, who are You? Sweetly beautiful girl, please become My intimate friend.
What is this? Your playful, beautiful sidelong glance enchants the entire universe. Your glance breaks the pride of the khanjana bird and frightens the doe.
O girl whose tender cheeks are nicely decorated with swinging jeweled earrings, and who gracefully walks like an intoxicated elephant. O girl who trembles with ever-fresh transcendental amorous pastimes, whose daughter are You?
My friend, I have something confidential to ask You. I beg You, please do not cheat Me of a truthful answer. I notice You are trembling with fear. Are You afraid because Krishna stares at You and lays in wait for You? I cannot help but ask You this.
O friend who removes the burning sufferings of My eyes, O friend who showers happiness upon Me, please tightly embrace Me. Your embrace is just like the nectar of Krishna's embrace. Your embrace makes My mind see Krishna. Your smile, Your dancing, and Your words are all like a flooding stream of nectar. Please stay here and enjoy all kinds of pastimes, bathing, sleeping, eting, walking about, and doing everything with Me.
Smiling Krishna, disguised as a young girl, enjoyed embracing Radharani for a long time. She became plunged into the nectar ocean of transcendental amorous pastimes with Krishna, and He became ecstatic, the hairs of His body standing up.
Prabodhananda Sarasvati has thus sung about the very wonderful and charming transcendental amorous pastimes of Madhava. I request you: please place upon your throat the sweet nectar of this song, which narrates how Krishna, disguised as a young girl, embraced Radharani with the ropes of His arms.
One time Krishna, the regal crown of all who relish transcendental mellows, spread His glistening yellow shoulder-cloth on the ground, and placed His flute upon it. Meditating on the instructions of His beloved Radharani, He tossed down many wonderfully colorful flowers from the top branches. Then a gopi placed Krishna's flute in Radharani's hand and said: This is the culprit that charms the hearts of respectable girls. For Your own welfare You should hide it from Krishna. Radharani then covered the flute with the cloth and hid it among the kadamba branches. Krishna, seeing that His flute had disappeared, at once descended from the tree. He checked Radharani as She was trying to leave.
Drowning in the waves of very sweet amorous happiness, Krishna spoke the following words in a faltering voice to Radharani, who was greatly agitated by the nectar of these amorous pastimes: Someone has thrown My flute and shoulder-cloth into the extensive branches of this kadamba tree. A beautiful, clever young gopi-thief from the town of Vraja has stolen My flute and is now running through Vrndavana forest to escape. Who is She?
Krishna said: Give Me back My cloth! His very restless lotus eyes were crooked with anger. Radharani pretended to cry, although within Her heart She was filled with very wonderful happiness. I suspect this girl has transformed this flute into various other objects to conceal if from My view. Has She not changed My flute into these two gigantic kadamba flowers hiding under Her bodice. The words of this beautiful young girl expand the fame of Her expertise in the arts of deception. She now says: How is it possible that I have now transformed the flute into two kadamba flowers under My bodice? These are not kadamba flower. They are My two large breasts, mean to be embraced by My lover.
My surabhi cows have now gone far away and My friends are now alarmed by My protracted absence. Quickly give Me these two nectarean wonderful kadamba buds that once were My flute. If You conclude that this Krishna is very proud, and therefore these two kadamba buds should not be given to Him, then I shall commit suicide and give up this life. These words I speak are not a lie. Krishna, who was garlanded with forest flowers, violently tore open Radharani's bodice, and jubilantly claimed Her breasts, calling out: Now I have them! One devoted to the lotus feet of his spiritual master should continually meditate on the splendid, sweet, nectarean amorous pastimes of Madhava described by Prabodhananda Sarasvati in this song. One time smiling Krishna stealthily sneaked behind beautiful-eyes Radharani and suddenly embraced Her with both hands. Not seeing who Her embracer was, Radharani pushed Him away with Her flowerlike hand, saying: Lalita, leave Me alone. Another time when Radharani was soundly sleeping, Krishna slowly and carefully removed the blanket covering Her from Her thighs to Her breasts. He then began to embrace Her, and when She awakened He enjoyed amorous pastimes with Her, scratching with His nails the breasts of Radharani, whose eyes moved about like frisky saphari fishes.
Disguised as Lalita, Krishna once approached Radharani and said: I am Lalita, just now come here. The pretended Lalita then began to paint various pictures with fragrant substances on Radharani's breasts. Manifesting His male nature, Krishna became agitated with amorous feelings and began to press Radharani's breasts and scratch them with the sharp tips of His fingernails. When Radharani exclaimed: Friend, what, what are You doing? Krishna becamecharmed, and began to smile and laugh. I pray that Krishna may protect you all. | | 12:22 pm |
Chapter 7
Enchanted Madhava
After hinting to Her friend Lalita about nectarean amorous pastimes with Her lover Krishna, Radharani hastened home. At that time unhappy Govinda entered Vrndavana forest. Even when the moon rose in that blissful place Krishna was not able to find any happiness. Neither the very cooling moon, the extremely fragrant Malayan breeze, the moisture laden Yamuna breeze, the lotus flowers growing in the Yamuna, nor the moist garments on His body, were able even slightly to mitigate the sufferings of Krishna, who continually burned in the flames of separation from Radharani.
As Madhava walked through Vrndavana forest, He repeatedly imagined that Radharani had come. When He saw a faraway creeper with buzzing bees and flower blossoms moving in the breeze, He thought they were Radha. He called out Radha!, and ran towards them, His yellow garments loosened with happiness. When He heard the soft, gentle cooing of the kalahamsa swans in the Yamuna, His eyes quickly turned to them, for He thought they were Radharani.
As agitated Krishna walked through Vrndavana forest, He thought the clusters of flowers were Radharani's breasts. He thought the cooling moon was Her face, the does' eyes were Her eyes, the feathers of the dancing peacocks were Her braids, and the lotus stalks were Her arms. In this way He saw Radharani's charming limbs everywhere.
As Krishna walked in Vrndavana forest He became enchanted by the singing of the cuckoos and the buzzing of the bees. His thoughts became immersed in the jubilant amorous festival of embracing and kissing Radharani's breasts, and drinking the nectar of Her bimba-like lips.
Lotus petal eyed Krishna then stopped under a kadamba tree. With tears in His eyes and a choked up voice, He sang the following pitiful lament: Although I yearn to see the splendid moon of Radharani's beautiful face, whenever She sees Me, She turns away and looks in another direction. Alas! Alas! How is that I remain alive? Even though Radharani is garrulous
with others, She will not speak even one word to Me. Alas! Whenever I come near the Radharani I desire, She at once flees far away. She does not hear My plaintive appeals. She does not see how She is cruel to Me.
If She has come to this forest to collect flowers, then why will She not touch the flower I offer Her? Her reluctance fills Me with wonder. It bears a sweetness that enchants My mind.
If Radharani is so shy that She will not even slightly lift up the moon of Her beautiful smiling face, then how will I be able to plunge into the sweet nectar ocean of amorous pastimes with Her? The boundlessly cruel hunter cupid has wounded My heart and left Me to cry in pain. Maharaja Vrsabhanu’s young daughter Radharani refuses to be kind to Me. What shall I do? Where shall I go? I have set out My jeweled ring and My very beautiful, glistening jeweled flute as bait to capture My friend Radharani. Alas, She does not think them very valuable. She declines to take the bait. O wicked life, now that you are deprived of the nectar of transcendental pastimes with Radharani, why are you not ashamed to feel a moment of happiness?
Prabhodananda Sarasvati has composed this nectarean song beautified with the lament of the unrequited lover Krishna. I request you all: please sing this song, which is an ocean of incomparable transcendental nectar. Radha is in front of Me. Radha is behind Me. Radha is here. Radha is there. Radha is in My heart. Radha is above. Radha is below. Radha is among
these trees. This entire universe is Radha. O Radha, when will You suddenly unexpectedly come to this place, see My forlorn condition, and become kind and affectionate to Me? When will I become animated by speaking to You with nectar words? O Radha, O doe-eyed daughter of Maharaja Vrsabhanu, when will I take You by the hand and place You in My lap?
What body can remain alive without breathing? What fish can live without water? what moon can shine without nighttime? Who can live without food? Ah, Krishna is completely unable to live without Radharani, the nectar ocean of transcendental passionate amorous pastimes. Although the greatest yogis search for the dust of Krishna's lotus feet, Krishna searches after Radharani. Although Krishna enchants the entire universe, Radharani enchants Krishna with Her restless roving glances. Although Krishna is full of perfect transcendental bliss, He feels Himself fortunate and opulent if He can taste a drop of the transcendental nectar of Radharani's association. I pray that Radharani, who is as splendid as a yellow campaka flower, may eternally protect you all. | | 12:21 pm |
Chapter 6
The clever master of Shrimati Radharani
With the wonderful, charming dancing of Her creeper-eyebrows, Radharani brought the happiness of an amorous duel to Krishna. With Her graceful, playful motions and the tinkling of Her ankle-bells, She did not allow Him to have a moment's peace.
Krishna worried: When I arrive, perhaps Radharani will ask Her gopi-friends: What is this? This is not one of the elders of Vraja. Why does this person repeatedly smile at Me? Why does He stare at Me so with those crooked eyes? What trick has He employed to be able to come here? Who is this person, splendid as a rain-cloud?
Worried in these ways, Krishna's handsome face became covered with perspiration. He left the company of His cowherd friends, and went to meet Radharani who was at that moment travelling to a festival in Vraja-pura. Krishna saw Radharani and Her gopi-friends in a secluded part of the path. He addressed Radharani in the following words:
Please give Me the nectar glance of Your mercy. Please stop cupid's shower of sharp arrows upon Me. My dear Radharani, I am Krishna, the son of Vraja's king Nanda. I am the most learned of all scholars of transcendental mellows. I request You: Please become My friend. Please show Me Your beautiful smiling face. Please give Me Your smile as beautiful as millions of nectar moons. O delightful girl, for a very long time I have longed for You. I am the servant of Your lotus feet. Please command Me.
I yearn to taste the nectar of embracing Your breasts. Please remove Your bodice and show them to Me. If You would like to do Me a kindness, then with Your own hand please give
Me all the betel-nuts from Your lotus mouth. Why do You act as if You do not see My fearless, unashamed, uncheckable amorous desire?
The night is very beautiful. Let us, You and I, now enjoy a little of the happiness of transcendental amorous pastimes. Prabodhananda Sarasvati has sung this song about the transcendental amorous pastime of the Divine Couple. The author prays: May this song bring
the nectar of Krishna's lotus feet to it's audience. Speak many harsh words to Me! Stare at Me with angry red eyes! Kick Me with Your lotus feet! Abruptly leave Me with contempt. O Radharani, this Krishna is maddened with love for You. From within His heart to the farthest
extremities of His body He loves You. He will never leave You.
I am not afraid of King Kamsa, and I am not embarrassed by anything the people-in-general may say about Me. I do not care to protect My good reputation or that of My family. O Radharani, all I know is I have become fatally wounded by the sharpened arrows of Your crooked sidelong glances, and in this condition I can remain alive only if I receive the medicine of embracing Your breasts. At this time Radharani was deeply drowning in the nectar ocean of love for Krishna. As Krishna eavesdropped, Radharani spoke the following the words to Her dear gopi-friend: The whole world undoubtedly knows the purity of both My husband's family and Mine also. Our families have not the slightest impurity. My good- character is also very well known. Please try to understand this. Friend, keep this prince of Vraja away. Even if I saw the sun shining at nighttime, My mind would not become attracted to any man other My husband. (The Supreme Lord).
Krishna brings auspiciousness to the entire land of Gokula. This wicked activity He proposes is certainly out of character for Him. This adulterous mentality is more appropriate for a wicked king who has lost all good qualities.
Krishna blocks My path, and then follows Me, trying to grab the hem of My sari. Please report all this, so Vraja's Queen Yasoda may protect her son from His weakness.
I refuse to please Krishna by sporting with Him in the Yamuna's waters. Because I strictly avoid all sin, His begging Me with a hundred flattering words is all useless.
Every day I go to Vrndavana forest to pick the very fresh fully blossomed jasmine flowers. Now this Krishna has forbidden Me to go there. During the middle of the night, when everyone in My house is fast asleep, I remain wide awake.
My friend, if this Krishna were to forcibly grab My arm in spite of My loud protests, No! No!, then you will see that I shll at once faint on the spot. Expert at relishing the nectar of transcendental mellows, Prabodhananda Sarasvati has thus described this very expert and charmingly beautiful speech of Radharani. I request you all: please repeatedly sing this song
with a playful heart. Friend, please deliver this message to Yasodananda:O Krishna, Radharani falls down to offer obeisances to the soles of Your lotus feet. Please forgive Her, for She is only a foolish girl. She begs You to please abandon all amorous designs on Her, for She is a respectable girl. Please ignore Her, and just remain absorbed in enjoying eternal pastimes with Balarama in the forest.
Drinking with her ears the nectar of Radharani's profoundly eloquent words, Lalita replied with the following charming speech, filled with the nectar of the bliss of intense devotional love: O moon-faced Radharani, when Gokula's prince Krishna, decorated with gunja-ornaments, falls down at Your lotus feet, then that is Your supreme good- fortune. What greater fortune can be found in this world? O friend Radharani, don't be harsh with this dark-complexioned Krishna, who is intoxicated with amorous passion for You.
Show a little mercy in Your boundlessly merciful heart. Take no account of what people think. Crush Krishna's unhappiness. Glance on Him with a smile. This eternally charming Krishna is overwhelmed with love for You. Sighing deeply, He has become the servant of Your lotus feet. He is now mortally wounded by cupid's arrow. I beg You: please restore His life.
Do not speak harshly. Do not be angry with me. Do not knit Your eyebrows. Instead, let the bumble-bee of Your glance play on the lotus flower of Krishna's face, glistening with the ever-fresh nectar of transcendental mellows.
Show Him Your amorous face, as charming as the full moon. Do not cheat Your dear friend Krishna, who is most expert at relishing the nectar of playful amorous pastimes.
Vraja's humble, polite prince Krishna is the wakening king cupid whose handsome transcendental form enchants the three worlds. Do not force Your gentle heart to neglect Him.
Friend, smile when You speak to Your dear friend Krishna. Hint how much You love Him. Follow Him into the new forest grove filled with flying bumble- bees, and lay down with Him on a bed of blossoming flowers there. Filled with the sweetest nectar, these words of Prabodhananda Sarasvati narrate the transcendental pastimes that charm the ear. I pray that these words may eternally decorate Your ears.
Friend, why are You afraid? It is not a person different from Krishna who touches Your breasts. It is the bumble-bee of Krishna, who, attracted by the sweet scent of Your lotus feet, now hovers around Your lotus feet. Why do You resist Him and try to send Him away?
The following verse is a series of puns where Radharani deliberately misconstrues the statements of Lalita: Radharani: Who is this at the door? Lalita: It is Vidhu (Krishna, or moon).
Radharani: It cannot be the moon. The moon always stays in the sky. Lalita: It is Your nayaka (lover, or the central gem in a necklace). Radharani: If it is My jewel, then please place it in the middle of My necklace. Lalita: Foolish girl, it is Madhava (Krishna, or Lord Narayana, the husband of Laksmi). Radharani: Why has Lord Narayana, the husband of Laksmi come into our forest? May Krishna, who is thus the object of smiling Radharani's puns,
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