Sujān-Rasakhān 241
Sourceए सजनी जब तें मैं सुनी मथुरा नगरी बरषा रितु आई। लै रसखान सनेह की ताननि कोकिल मोर मलार मचाई। साँझ तें भोर लौं भोर तें साँझ लौं गोपिन चातक ज्यौं रट लाई। एरी सखी कहिये तो कहाँ लगि बैर अहीर ने पीर न पाई
e sajanī jaba teṃ maiṃ sunī mathurā nagarī baraṣā ritu āī| lai rasakhāna saneha kī tānani kokila mora malāra macāī| sā~jha teṃ bhora lauṃ bhora teṃ sā~jha lauṃ gopina cātaka jyauṃ raṭa lāī| erī sakhī kahiye to kahā~ lagi baira ahīra ne pīra na pāī
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Companion, ever since I heard that the rainy season had come to Mathurā, the cuckoos and peacocks have raised the strains of Malhāra, carrying melodies of love, says Rasakhān. From evening until dawn and dawn until evening, the gopīs call like thirsty cātaka birds. Friend, tell me—how long can this hostility last? Has that cowherd felt none of their pain?
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Sujān-Rasakhān 242
Sourceमग हेरत धू धरे नैन भए रसना रट वा गुन गावन की। अंगुरी-गनि हार थकी सजनी सगुनौती चलै नहि पावन की। पथिकौ कोऊ ऐसाजु नाहिं कहै सुधि है रसखान के आवन की। मनभावन आवन सावन में कहीं औधि करी डग बावन की
maga herata dhū dhare naina bhae rasanā raṭa vā guna gāvana kī| aṃgurī-gani hāra thakī sajanī sagunautī calai nahi pāvana kī| pathikau koū aisāju nāhiṃ kahai sudhi hai rasakhāna ke āvana kī| manabhāvana āvana sāvana meṃ kahīṃ audhi karī ḍaga bāvana kī
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Watching the road has filled the eyes with dust, while the tongue repeats His virtues in song. Counting upon her fingers, companion, she has exhausted every necklace of days; no favorable omen of His coming appears. There is not even a traveler who can say he has news of Rasakhān’s Lord’s return. Mind-enchanting Mohana promised to come in Sāvana—has His deadline stretched to Vāmana’s three cosmic strides?
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Sujān-Rasakhān 243
Sourceवा रसखानि गुनौं सुनि के हियरा अत टूक ह्वै फाटि गयौ है। जानति हैं न कछू हम ह्याँ उनवाँ पढ़ि मंत्र कहा धौं दयौ है। साँची कहैं जिय मैं निज जानि कै जानति हैं जस जैसो लयौ है। लोग लुगाई सबै ब्रज माँहि कहैं हरि चेरी को चेरो भयो है
vā rasakhāni gunauṃ suni ke hiyarā ata ṭūka hvai phāṭi gayau hai| jānati haiṃ na kachū hama hyā~ unavā~ par̤hi maṃtra kahā dhauṃ dayau hai| sā~cī kahaiṃ jiya maiṃ nija jāni kai jānati haiṃ jasa jaiso layau hai| loga lugāī sabai braja mā~hi kahaiṃ hari cerī ko cero bhayo hai
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Hearing of her virtues, Rasakhān’s Lord’s heart broke into countless pieces. We know nothing of what happened there—what mantra did that woman recite over Him? We tell the truth, knowing it within our hearts; we know what has been taken and how. Every man and woman in Vraja says that Hari has become the servant of a servant-girl.
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Sujān-Rasakhān 244
Sourceजानै कहा हम मूढ़ सवै समझीन तबै जबहीं बनि आई। सोचत हैं मन ही मन मैं अब कीजै कस बनियाँ जुगँवाई। नीचो भयौ ब्रज को सब सीस मलीन भई रसखानि दुहाई। चेरी को चेटक देखहु ही हाई चेरो कियौ धौं कहा पढ़ि माई
jānai kahā hama mūr̤ha savai samajhīna tabai jabahīṃ bani āī| socata haiṃ mana hī mana maiṃ aba kījai kasa baniyā~ juga~vāī| nīco bhayau braja ko saba sīsa malīna bhaī rasakhāni duhāī| cerī ko ceṭaka dekhahu hī hāī cero kiyau dhauṃ kahā par̤hi māī
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What did we foolish ones know? We understood only when the truth stood fully before us. Now we brood inwardly: what can be done, and how can the separated pair be joined? All Vraja’s head has bowed; our honor is stained, cries Rasakhān. See the servant-girl’s sorcery! Alas, mother—what did she recite that made Him her servant?
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Sujān-Rasakhān 245
Sourceकाइ सौं माई वह करियै सहियै सोई जो रसखान सहावैं। नेय कहा जब और कियौं तब नाचियै सोई जौ नचावैं। चाहत है हम और कहा सखि क्यों हू कहू पिय देखन पावैं। चरियै सौं जगुपाल रच्यौ तौं भली ही सबै मिलि चेरी कहावें
kāi sauṃ māī vaha kariyai sahiyai soī jo rasakhāna sahāvaiṃ| neya kahā jaba aura kiyauṃ taba nāciyai soī jau nacāvaiṃ| cāhata hai hama aura kahā sakhi kyoṃ hū kahū piya dekhana pāvaiṃ| cariyai sauṃ jagupāla racyau tauṃ bhalī hī sabai mili cerī kahāveṃ
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Mother, why struggle against it? We must endure whatever Rasakhān’s Lord causes us to endure. What justice remains when He belongs to another? We must dance exactly as He makes us dance. What else do we desire, friend, except somehow to behold our Beloved? If the Lord of the world has arranged matters so, let us all gladly be called His servant-girls.
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Sujān-Rasakhān 246
Sourceभेती जू पें कुबरी ह्याँ सखी भरी लातन मूका बकोटती लेती। लेती निकारि हिये की सबै नक छेदि कौड़ी पिराइ कै देती। देती नचाइ कै नाच वा राँड कौं लाल रिझावन को फल सेती। सेती सदाँ रसखानि लियें कुबरी के करेजनि सूलसी भेती
bhetī jū peṃ kubarī hyā~ sakhī bharī lātana mūkā bakoṭatī letī| letī nikāri hiye kī sabai naka chedi kaur̤ī pirāi kai detī| detī nacāi kai nāca vā rā~ḍa kauṃ lāla rijhāvana ko phala setī| setī sadā~ rasakhāni liyeṃ kubarī ke karejani sūlasī bhetī
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Friend, if that hunchbacked confidante were here, I would fill her with kicks, punches, and scratches. I would force every secret from her heart, pierce her nose, and string a worthless shell through it. I would make that wretch dance and dance—the proper fruit of charming our darling away. She has forever driven a thorn into the hearts Rasakhān carries for Vraja, that hunchbacked woman.
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Sujān-Rasakhān 247
Sourceकंस के क्रोध की फैलि रही सिगरे ब्रजमंडल माँझ फुकार सी। आइ गए कछनी कछिकै तबहीं नट-नागरे नंद कुमार-सी। द्वैरद को रद खैंचि लियौ रसखान हिये माहि लाई विमार-सी। लीनी कुठौर लगी लखि तोरि कलंक तमाल तें कीरति-डार सी
kaṃsa ke krodha kī phaili rahī sigare brajamaṃḍala mā~jha phukāra sī| āi gae kachanī kachikai tabahīṃ naṭa-nāgare naṃda kumāra-sī| dvairada ko rada khaiṃci liyau rasakhāna hiye māhi lāī vimāra-sī| līnī kuṭhaura lagī lakhi tori kalaṃka tamāla teṃ kīrati-ḍāra sī
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Kaṃsa’s rage spread like a cry of terror throughout the entire land of Vraja. Then Nanda’s princely master-actors arrived with their cowherd loincloths securely tied. He tore out the royal elephant’s tusk, says Rasakhān, and planted fever within every hostile heart. Seeing fame’s branch caught in a bad place, He broke it free from the dark tamāla tree of disgrace.
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Sujān-Rasakhān 248
Sourceजोग सिखावत आवत है वह कौन कहावत को है कहाँ को। जानति हैं बर नागर है पर नेकहु भेद लख्यौ नहिं ह्याँ को। जानति ना हम और कछू मुख देखि जियै नित नंदलला को। जात नहीं रसखानि हमैं तजि राखनहारी है मोरपखा को
joga sikhāvata āvata hai vaha kauna kahāvata ko hai kahā~ ko| jānati haiṃ bara nāgara hai para nekahu bheda lakhyau nahiṃ hyā~ ko| jānati nā hama aura kachū mukha dekhi jiyai nita naṃdalalā ko| jāta nahīṃ rasakhāni hamaiṃ taji rākhanahārī hai morapakhā ko
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Who is this who comes teaching yoga? What is he called, and where is he from? We know he is clever and accomplished, yet he has not grasped even the smallest part of what is here. We know nothing else: we live each day by beholding Nanda’s darling’s face. We cannot abandon Him, says Rasakhān; the peacock plume itself is our protecting guardian.
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Sujān-Rasakhān 249
Sourceअंजन मंजन त्यागौ अली अंग धारि भभूत करौ अनुरागै। आपुन भाग कर्यौ सजनी इन बावरे ऊधो जू को कहाँ लागै। चाहै सो और सबै करियै जू कहै रसखान सयानप आगै। जो मन मोहन ऐसी बसी तो सबै री कहौ मुय गोरस जागै
aṃjana maṃjana tyāgau alī aṃga dhāri bhabhūta karau anurāgai| āpuna bhāga karyau sajanī ina bāvare ūdho jū ko kahā~ lāgai| cāhai so aura sabai kariyai jū kahai rasakhāna sayānapa āgai| jo mana mohana aisī basī to sabai rī kahau muya gorasa jāgai
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Abandon collyrium and cosmetics, friend; cover your limbs with sacred ash and cultivate detachment. You have made your own fortune, companion—how can it attach itself to this mad Uddhava? Let him do whatever else he wishes, says Rasakhān, and display his wisdom before us. When mind-enchanting Mohana dwells within the mind like this, tell me, friends, how can ordinary milk-work awaken there?
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Sujān-Rasakhān 250
Sourceलाज के लेप चढ़ाइ कै अंग पची सब सीख को मंत्र सुनाइ कै। गारुड़ ह्वै ब्रज लोग भक्यौ करि औषद बेसक सौहैं दिखाइ कै। ऊधौ सौं रसखानि कहै लिन चित्त धरौ तुम एते उधाइ कै। कारे बिसारे को चाहैं उतर्यौ अरे बिख बाबरे राख लगाइ कैं
lāja ke lepa car̤hāi kai aṃga pacī saba sīkha ko maṃtra sunāi kai| gārur̤a hvai braja loga bhakyau kari auṣada besaka sauhaiṃ dikhāi kai| ūdhau sauṃ rasakhāni kahai lina citta dharau tuma ete udhāi kai| kāre bisāre ko cāhaiṃ utaryau are bikha bābare rākha lagāi kaiṃ
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They spread the salve of shame upon our limbs and exhausted themselves reciting every mantra of instruction. The people of Vraja became snake-charmers, muttering, showing medicines, and making solemn oaths. Rasakhān says to Uddhava: steady your own mind after rushing about so much. Madman, you want to draw out the dark poison of the unforgettable One by smearing us with ash!
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Sujān-Rasakhān 251
Sourceसार की सारी सो पारीं लगै धरिबे कहै सीस बघंबर पैया। हाँसी सो दासी सिखाई लई है बेई जु बेई रसखानि कन्हैया। जोग गयौ कुबजा की कलानि मैं री कब ऐहै जसोमति मैया। हाहा न ऊधौ कुढ़ाऔ हमें अब हीं कहि दै ब्रज बाजे बधैया
sāra kī sārī so pārīṃ lagai dharibe kahai sīsa baghaṃbara paiyā| hā~sī so dāsī sikhāī laī hai beī ju beī rasakhāni kanhaiyā| joga gayau kubajā kī kalāni maiṃ rī kaba aihai jasomati maiyā| hāhā na ūdhau kur̤hāau hameṃ aba hīṃ kahi dai braja bāje badhaiyā
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He tells us to wear a sari made from the essence of renunciation and place a tiger skin upon our heads and feet. Kanhaiyā has learned exactly these teachings from that servant-girl, says Rasakhān. Yoga has vanished into Kubjā’s arts—friend, when will mother Yaśodā come? Please, Uddhava, do not torment us. Tell us now instead that songs of celebration are sounding in Vraja.
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Sujān-Rasakhān 252
Sourceया लकुटी अरु कामरिया पर राज तिहुँ परु को तजि डारौं। आठहु सिद्ध निवौ निधि को सुख नंद की गाइ चराइ बिसारौं। ए रसखानि जबैं इन नैनन ते ब्रज के बन बाग तड़ाग निहारौं। कोटिक ये कलधौत के धाम करील की कुंजन ऊपर बारौं
yā lakuṭī aru kāmariyā para rāja tihu~ paru ko taji ḍārauṃ| āṭhahu siddha nivau nidhi ko sukha naṃda kī gāi carāi bisārauṃ| e rasakhāni jabaiṃ ina nainana te braja ke bana bāga tar̤āga nihārauṃ| koṭika ye kaladhauta ke dhāma karīla kī kuṃjana ūpara bārauṃ
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For this staff and blanket I would cast aside sovereignty over all three worlds. I would forget the joy of the eight powers and nine treasures for the privilege of grazing Nanda’s cows. Rasakhān says: when these eyes behold the forests, gardens, and ponds of Vraja, I would sacrifice millions of palaces of burnished gold to the bowers of karīla trees.
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Sujān-Rasakhān 253
Sourceग्वालन संग जैबो बन एबौ सु गायन संग, हेरि तान गैबो हा हा नैन कहकत हैं। ह्याँ के गज मोती माल वारौं गुंज मालन पै, कुंज सुधि आए हाय प्रान धरकत हैं। गोबर को गारौ सु तो मोहि लागै प्यारी कहा, भयौ मौन सोने के जटित मरकत हैं। मंदर ते ऊँचे यह मंदिर है द्वारिका के, ब्रज के खिरक मेरे हिये खरकत हैं
gvālana saṃga jaibo bana ebau su gāyana saṃga, heri tāna gaibo hā hā naina kahakata haiṃ| hyā~ ke gaja motī māla vārauṃ guṃja mālana pai, kuṃja sudhi āe hāya prāna dharakata haiṃ| gobara ko gārau su to mohi lāgai pyārī kahā, bhayau mauna sone ke jaṭita marakata haiṃ| maṃdara te ū~ce yaha maṃdira hai dvārikā ke, braja ke khiraka mere hiye kharakata haiṃ
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To go to the forest with the cowherds, return among the cows, behold Him, and sing His melodies—alas, the eyes ache for it. I would sacrifice the elephants and pearl garlands here for necklaces of guñjā; remembering the bowers, my life trembles. Why, the plaster of cow dung there seems lovelier to me than gold inlaid with emeralds, now grown mute. Higher than these temples of Dvārakā are Vraja’s cattle pens, which scrape continually against my heart.
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Sujān-Rasakhān 254
Sourceइक ओर किरीट लसै दुसरी दिसि नागन के गन गाजत री। मुरली मधुरी धुनि आधिक ओठ पै आधिक नंद से बाजत री। रसखानि पितंबर एक कंधा पर एक वाघंबर राजत री। कोउ देखउ संगम लै बुड़की निकसे यहि मेख सों छाजत री
ika ora kirīṭa lasai dusarī disi nāgana ke gana gājata rī| muralī madhurī dhuni ādhika oṭha pai ādhika naṃda se bājata rī| rasakhāni pitaṃbara eka kaṃdhā para eka vāghaṃbara rājata rī| kou dekhau saṃgama lai bur̤akī nikase yahi mekha soṃ chājata rī
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On one side a crown shines; on the other, hosts of serpents thunder. At His lips the flute sounds an exceedingly sweet melody, while Nanda’s realm resounds more deeply still. One shoulder bears yellow silk, says Rasakhān, while the other is graced by a tiger skin. Let someone behold this confluence, plunge beneath it, and emerge adorned with the glory of both.
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Sujān-Rasakhān 255
Sourceबैद की औषध खाइ कछू न करै बहु संजम री सुनि मोसें। तो जल-पान कियौ रसखानि सजीवन जानि लियौ रस तोसें। ए री सुधामई भागीरथी नित पथ्य अपथ्य बनै तोहिं पोसें। आक धतूरो चबात फिरै बिख खात फिरै सिब तेरै भरोसे
baida kī auṣadha khāi kachū na karai bahu saṃjama rī suni moseṃ| to jala-pāna kiyau rasakhāni sajīvana jāni liyau rasa toseṃ| e rī sudhāmaī bhāgīrathī nita pathya apathya banai tohiṃ poseṃ| āka dhatūro cabāta phirai bikha khāta phirai siba terai bharose
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The physician’s medicines accomplish nothing, however much discipline one observes—listen to me. But when He drank your water, says Rasakhān, He knew its nectar as the herb that restores life. O ambrosial Bhāgīrathī, proper and improper foods alike become nourishing through you. Trusting in you, Śiva wanders chewing āka and dhatūra and swallowing poison.
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Sujān-Rasakhān 256
Sourceयह देखि धतूरे के पात चबात औ गात सों धूलि लगावत है। चहुँ ओर जटा अटकै लटके फनि सों कफनी फहरावत हैं। रसखानि सोई चितवै चित दै तिनके दुखदंद भजावत हैं। गज खाल की माल विसाल सो गाल बजावत आवत हैं
yaha dekhi dhatūre ke pāta cabāta au gāta soṃ dhūli lagāvata hai| cahu~ ora jaṭā aṭakai laṭake phani soṃ kaphanī phaharāvata haiṃ| rasakhāni soī citavai cita dai tinake dukhadaṃda bhajāvata haiṃ| gaja khāla kī māla visāla so gāla bajāvata āvata haiṃ
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Look at Him chewing dhatūra leaves and smearing dust upon His body. Matted locks hang tangled on every side, and a cloak of serpents flutters about Him. Whoever fixes the mind and lovingly contemplates Him, says Rasakhān, drives away every pain and affliction. Clad in the vast hide of an elephant, He comes sounding His cheeks in wild delight.
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