puruṣottamasya parito
gokula-caritāmṛtena kṛta-sekaḥ |
prema-maranda-syandaṁ
tanotu mama citta-mākandaḥ ||
(Stava-mālā: Nandotsavādi-caritam, 40)
“Sprinkled all around
With the ambrosia of Puruṣottama’s
Activities in Gokula,
May the mango tree of my heart
Exude a stream
Of the nectar of prema.”
Śrī Kuñja-vihary-aṣṭakam (2)
Eight verses in praise of the Frolicker in the bowers
By Śrīmad Rūpa Gosvāmīpāda
Śrī Keśavāṣṭakam
Eight verses in praise of Śrī Keśava’s return to Vraja from the forest in the evening
By Śrīmad Rūpa Gosvāmīpāda
aṅga-śyāmalima-cchaṭābhir abhito mandīkṛtendīvaraṁ
jāḍyaṁ jāguḍa-rociṣāṁ vidadhataṁ paṭṭāmbarasya śriyā |
vṛndāraṇya-vilāsinaṁ hṛdi lasad-dāmābhir āmodaraṁ
rādhā-skandha-niveśitojjvala-bhujaṁ dhyāyema dāmodaram ||
(Stava-mālā)
“He by whom blue lotuses are belittled
With the radiance of the swarthiness of his limbs,
He by whom the splendors of saffron are rendered dull
With the loveliness of his silken garments,
He who sports in the forest of Vṛndā,
He who is fragrant with shining garlands across his chest,
He whose lustrous arm is set on Rādhā’s shoulder—
Let us meditate on Dāmodara.”
A poem consisting of ten names known as The Nectar of Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s Līlā
By Śrīmad Rūpa Gosvāmīpāda
tava kṛṣṇa keli-muralī
hitam ahitaṁ ca sphuṭaṁ vimohayati |
ekaṁ sudhormi-suhṛdā
viṣa-viṣameṇāparaṁ dhvaninā ||
(Stava-mālā: Govinda-virudāvalī: 38)
“O Kṛṣṇa!
Your play-flute vividly bewilders
The well-disposed and the ill-disposed,
One [i.e., the well-disposed] with a sound
That is friendly like a wave of nectar [and causes one to faint out of bliss],
And the other [i.e., the ill-disposed] with a sound
That is dreadful like poison [and causes one to faint out of fear].”
sambhrāntaiḥ saṣaḍ-aṅga-pātam abhito vedair mudā vanditā
sīmantopari gauravād upaniṣad-devībhir apy arpitā |
ānamraṁ praṇavena ca praṇayato hṛṣṭātmanābhiṣṭutā
mṛdvī te muralī-rutir mura-ripo śarmāṇi nirmātu naḥ ||
(Stava-mālā: Govinda-virudāvalī: 37)
“Bowed to on all sides by the reverent Vedas
Accompanied by [their] six limbs,
Placed out of veneration atop the part [in the hair]
Even by the devīs of the Upaniṣads,
And highly praised out of admiration
By bowing praṇava [i.e., the syllable Om] with a rejoicing mind—
O Enemy of Mura—
May the gentle sound of your flute
Create delights for us.”
raṇati hare tava veṇau
nāryo danujāś ca kampitāḥ khinnāḥ |
vanam anapekṣita-dayitāḥ
karabālān projjhya dhāvanti ||
(Stava-mālā: Govinda-virudāvalī: 20)
“O Hari!
When your flute resounds,
Women [i.e., the gopīs] begin trembling and perspiring [out of love (rati)],
Become unaware of their husbands,
Drop the hair in their hands [they were braiding],
And run to the forest [to meet you];
Asuras also begin trembling and perspiring [out of fear of death],
Become unaware of their wives,
Drop the swords in their hands,
And run to the forest [to hide from you].”
