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].”
buddhīnāṁ parimohanaḥ kila hriyām uccāṭanaḥ stambhano
dharmodagra-bhiyāṁ manaḥ-karaṭināṁ vaśyatva-niṣpādanaḥ |
kālindī-kalahaṁsa hanta vapuṣām ākarṣaṇaḥ subhruvāṁ
jīyād vaiṇava-pañcama-dhvanimayo mantrādhirājas tava ||
(Stava-mālā: Govinda-virudāvalī: 12)
“O Swan [i.e., O Frolicker] on the Kālindī!
Beguiling the thoughts,
Causing the abandonment of the shyness,
Paralyzing the mighty fear on account of dharma,
Accomplishing the subjugation of the elephant-like minds,
And drawing near the bodies
Of they of fine brows [i.e., the gopīs],
May the emperor of mantras
Constituted of the fifth note of your flute
Triumph!”
tava muralī-dhvanir amarī-
kāmāmbudhi-vṛddhi-śubhrāṁśuḥ |
acaṭula-gokula-kulajā-
dhariyāmbudhi-pāna-kumbhajo jayati ||
(Stava-mālā: Govinda-virudāvalī: 4)
“The sound of your flute—
The bright-rayed moon
For swelling the ocean
Of the ladies of Svarga’s desire,
The Agastya for drinking the ocean
Of the composure of the unwavering noble ladies of Gokula—
Triumphs!”
barhendrāyudha-ramyāya jagaj-jīvana-dāyine |
rādhā-vidyud-vṛtāṅgāya kṛṣṇāmbhodāya te namaḥ ||
(Stava-mālā: Praṇāma-praṇaya-stava, 10)
“Obeisance unto you,
Dark Cloud,
You whose body is surrounded
By streaks of lightning,
You who are the bestower of water upon the world,
You who appear beautiful
With a rainbow
Of peacock feathers
[Outspread as peacocks dance to announce you].”
