Niśānta-līlā

prabhātam āyātam aśeṣa-ghoṣa-

prabhātam āyātam aśeṣa-ghoṣa-
tṛṣārta-netra-bhramarāravinda |
gariṣṭha-bhūyiṣṭha-viśiṣṭa-niṣṭhaṁ
goṣṭhaṁ pratiṣṭhasva daviṣṭam iṣṭam ||
(Govinda-līlāmṛta: 1.29)

“Daybreak has arrived,
O Lotus of the bees
Of the entire village’s thirst-stricken eyes!
[Therefore, without delay]
Depart for your distant, dear village
Where the chief among your numerous elders are present
[Since otherwise you will undergo shame before them].”

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jaya jaya gokula-maṅgala-kanda

jaya jaya gokula-maṅgala-kanda
vraja-yuvatī-tati-bhṛṅgy-aravinda |
pratipada-vardhita-nandānanda
śrī-govindācyuta nata-śanda ||
(Govinda-līlāmṛta: 1.28)

“Glory to you! Glory to you!
O Root of Gokula’s good fortune!
[Alt., O Cloud which showers good fortune like rain upon Gokula!]
O Lotus for the bumblebees of Vraja’s young women!
O you by whom Nanda’s bliss is increased at every moment!
O Śrī Govinda! O Acyuta!
O Giver of happiness to the bowed!”

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udayaṁ prajavād ayam ety aruṇas

udayaṁ prajavād ayam ety aruṇas
taruṇī-nicaye sahajākaruṇaḥ |
nibhṛtaṁ nilayaṁ vraja-nātha tatas
tvarito’ṭa kalinda-sutā-taṭataḥ ||
(Govinda-līlāmṛta: 1.24)

“The dawn,
By nature merciless to young women,
Has swiftly arrived at the Eastern Mountain.
Therefore, O Lord of Vraja!
Quickly and stealthily go
From the bank of the Yamunā [back] to your home.”

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gokula-bandho jaya rasa-sindho

gokula-bandho jaya rasa-sindho
jāgṛhi talpaṁ tyaja śaśi-kalpam |
prīty-anukūlāṁ śrita-bhuja-mūlāṁ
bodhaya kāntāṁ rati-bhara-tāntām ||
(Govinda-līlāmṛta: 1.23)

“O Friend of Gokula!
Glory to you!
O Ocean of rasa!
Wake up!
Give up this bed akin to the moon!
And awaken your lover,
Favorable out of love (prīti),
And resting on your shoulder,
Exhausted from the load of lovemaking.”

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vidagdha-gopāla-vilāsinīnāṁ

vidagdha-gopāla-vilāsinīnāṁ
sambhoga-cihnāṅkita-sarva-gātram |
pavitram āmnāya-girām agamyaṁ
brahma prapadye navanīta-cauram ||
(Kṛṣṇa-karṇāmṛta: 2.51 (Southern recension); cited in Hari-bhakti-vilāsa: 3.25)

“His entire body

Marked with the signs of enjoyment

With artful gopī lovers,

Pure,

And unattainable by the words of Vedas—

I take shelter in Brahman,

The thief of fresh butter.”

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