Chapter 35: The Gopîs Sing of Krishna as He Wanders in the Forest
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    Welcome, Guest · RSS 2019-07-19, 11:38 AM

    Chapter 35: The Gopîs Sing of Krishna as He Wanders in the Forest

    (1) S'rî S'uka said: 'The gopîs with Krishna gone to the forest, with their minds running after Him being unhappy, passed their days singing loudly of Krishna's pastimes.

    The gopîs sang:

    'Putting His left cheek to the left
    of His arm places He,
    arching His eyebrows the flute
    to His lips stopping the holes
    with His tender fingers, o gopîs;

    where Mukunda so vibrates
    follow in the air the women
    together with the perfected,
    amazed listening to that
    embarrassed of having yielded
    to the pursuit of their desires
    and forget they the distress
    they felt in their minds,
    as well as their good order.


    Oh girls what a wonder
    to hear this from Nanda's son,
    the giver of joy to people
    in trouble, when He with
    His brilliant smile and steady streak
    of lightning [the S'rîvatsa or the goddess] on His chest
    has sounded His flute.

    The groups of bulls
    kept in the pasture, the deer
    and the cows pricking up
    their ears at a distance
    stop with their mouths full their teeth
    from chewing and stand frozen
    as if they were
    a picture drawn.


    When Mukunda, with an arrangement
    of [peacock] feathers, [mineral] colors and leaves,
    in clothing looking like a wrestler,
    with Balarâma and the gopas,
    dear gopîs, calls for the cows,

    is indeed the flow
    of the rivers broken
    as they just like us,
    slighting their piety,
    with their arms of water
    have stopped, trembling
    of love hankering for
    the dust of the lotus feet
    brought by the wind.


    When He as the Original Person
    indeed, calling with His flute
    for the cows, to the prowess
    of His inexhaustible opulences
    elaborately is hailed
    by His company, moving around
    in the forest and on the hillsides,

    do the creepers and the trees then,
    rich with flowers and fruits,
    by themselves - as if revealing
    Vishnu - bow down
    heavy with their branches,
    while out of love raining down
    torrents of sweet sap
    with the growth on their bodies
    erect enthralled.


    When He as the most
    attractive to see
    raises His flute,
    grateful acknowledging
    the dear, strong humming
    bee swarms intoxicated
    by the honeysweet [subtle] fragrance
    of the tulsî flowers around
    His divine garland, oh then,

    do the cranes, swans and other
    birds in the lake
    with their minds seized by
    the charm of the song
    come forward to pay
    Him homage with closed eyes,
    keeping silent with their
    minds in control.


    O Vraja-devîs, when He,
    being together with Balarâma,
    for fun wearing a garland
    on His head at the mountain side
    gives happiness vibrating
    on His flute and makes
    the whole world joyfully delight,

    then does the deck of clouds,
    afraid to offend
    such a great personality
    in return most gentleminded
    thundering and raining
    flowers upon his Friend,
    offer its shade as a shield.


    O pious lady [Yas'odâ],
    when your son, an expert
    in the various cowherd things
    and an original in different styles
    of playing, places His flute
    to His bimba-red lips
    to produce His music
    so harmonious in tones,

    do the controllers of enlightenment
    like Indra, S'iva and Brahmâ
    hearing that soundscape,
    with the learned going first
    bow their heads intimidated
    within not being able
    to ascertain its essence.


    When, honored by His flute,
    with the diverse flag, thunderbolt,
    lotus and elephant goad markings
    of His flowerpetal lotus feet
    the soil of Vraja
    with His body, moving
    with the grace of an elephant,
    is relieved from its pain
    created by the hooves [of the cows],

    do we, by that walk
    in the good of His glances
    so playful agitated
    by Cupid, in our bewilderment,
    like trees transfixed,
    not know anymore [of the condition]
    of our dresses and braids.


    When He, with the garland
    of the by Him favored fragrance
    of tulsî, counts the cows
    on a string of colored beads
    and, throwing His arm
    over the shoulder of a loving
    companion, so now and then sings,

    do the wives of the black deer,
    the doe, just like the gopîs
    who gave up their homely aspirations,
    approach that ocean
    of transcendental qualities to sit
    at His side with their hearts stolen
    by the sound that Krishna
    produces with His flute.


    O sinless lady
    your darling child,
    the son of Nanda,
    with a garland made of jasmine
    to His attire and surrounded
    by the gopas and the cows
    having a good time at the Yamunâ,

    was, as He played there amusing
    His companions, honored by the wind
    blowing gently in His favor
    with the scent of sandalwood
    and, encircled by the different
    categories of the lesser divinities [the Upadevas],
    presented with gifts and offered praise
    with instrumental music and song.


    Caring about the cows
    of Vraja and to His feet
    as the lifter of the mountain [see
    being worshiped was He,
    at the end of the day
    collecting the herd of cows
    and playing His flute with His companions,
    all along the path by the entirety
    of the exalted gods so high
    in His glories praised;

    this moon born from the womb
    of Yas'odâ, who came
    with a desire to answer
    His friends desires,
    was even fatigued
    a feast for the eyes
    with His garland and color
    powdered by the dust
    that was raised by the hooves.


    With His eyes slightly rolling
    of intoxication, honoring
    His well-wishing friends,
    His garland of forest flowers,
    His face paled like a jujube plum [a badara],
    the soft line of His cheeks
    and the beautiful show
    of His earrings of gold,
    is the sporting Lord of the Yadus
    in His beauty just like
    an elephant all regal;

    like the king of the night [the moon]
    at the end of the day
    arriving with His joyful face,
    drives He away, to prove
    the Vraja cows His mercy,
    the hard to endure
    painful heat of the day.' 

    (26) S'rî S'uka said: 'Thus o King, did the women of Vraja with their hearts and minds absorbed in Him enjoy the day in high spirits singing about Krishna's pastimes.'