Pada 76
Sourceकोउ ब्रज बाँचत नाहिं पाती। कत लिखि लिखि पठवत नंदनंदन कठिन बिरह की काती॥ नयन सजल, कागद अति कोमल, कर अँगुरी अति ताती। परसत जरे, बिलोकत भीजै, दहुँ भाँति दुख छाती॥ क्यों समुझै ये अंक, सूर, सुख कठिन मदन-सर-घाती। देखि जियहिं स्यामसुंदर के रहहिं चरन दिनराती
kou braja bā~cata nāhiṃ pātī| kata likhi likhi paṭhavata naṃdanaṃdana kaṭhina biraha kī kātī|| nayana sajala, kāgada ati komala, kara a~gurī ati tātī| parasata jare, bilokata bhījai, dahu~ bhā~ti dukha chātī|| kyoṃ samujhai ye aṃka, sūra, sukha kaṭhina madana-sara-ghātī| dekhi jiyahiṃ syāmasuṃdara ke rahahiṃ carana dinarātī
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‘No one in Vraja can read the letter. Why does Nandanandana keep writing and sending this blade of cruel separation? The eyes are wet, the paper exceedingly delicate, and the fingers of the hand feverishly hot. It burns at a touch and becomes soaked when looked upon; in both ways the breast suffers. How can these characters be understood, Sūrdās, when Love’s hard arrows strike? Only by seeing beautiful Śyāma will they live, remaining at his feet day and night.’
Diplomatically reconstructed from Śukla’s complete 1948 reprint and collated against the 1977 annotated witness because the corresponding leaf is absent from the retained 1926 scan.
Pada 77
Sourceमुकुति आनि मंदे में मेली। समुझि सगुन लै चले न, ऊधो! ये सब तुम्हरे पूँजि अकेली॥ कै लै जाहु अनत ही बेंचन, कै लै जाहु जहाँ विष-बेली। याहि लागि को मरै हमारे बृंदावन पायन-तर पेली॥ सीस धरे घर घर कत डोलत, एकमते सब भई सहेली। सूर वहाँ गिरिधरन छबीले जिनकी भुजा अँस गहि मेली
mukuti āni maṃde meṃ melī| samujhi saguna lai cale na, ūdho! ye saba tumhare pū~ji akelī|| kai lai jāhu anata hī beṃcana, kai lai jāhu jahā~ viṣa-belī| yāhi lāgi ko marai hamāre bṛṃdāvana pāyana-tara pelī|| sīsa dhare ghara ghara kata ḍolata, ekamate saba bhaī sahelī| sūra vahā~ giridharana chabīle jinakī bhujā a~sa gahi melī
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‘You have brought liberation and thrown it into a bad bargain. Uddhava, take your embodied doctrine away with understanding; this merchandise is all your capital alone. Carry it elsewhere to sell, or take it where a poisonous vine grows. Who among us would die for this, crushed beneath Vṛndāvana’s feet? Why wander from house to house bearing it upon your head, when all the friends are of one mind? There, says Sūrdās, is the lovely lifter of the mountain, whose arm once joined and gathered us to his shoulder.’
Diplomatically reconstructed from Śukla’s complete 1948 reprint and collated against the 1977 annotated witness because the corresponding leaf is absent from the retained 1926 scan.
Pada 78
Sourceहम, अलि, गोकुलनाथ आराध्यो। मन बच क्रम हरि सौं धरि पतिब्रत प्रेमजोग-तप साध्यो॥ मातु-पिता-हित-प्रीति निगम-पथ तजि दुख-सुख-भ्रम नाख्यो। मान-अपमान परम परितोषी अस्थिर थित मन राख्यो॥ सकुचासन, कुलसील परस करि, जगतबंद्य करि बंदन। मानप्रवाद पवन-अवरोधन हित करि काम-निकंदन॥ गुरुजन-कानि अगिनि चहुँदिसि, नख-तरनि-ताप चिनु देखे। पिवत धूम-उपहास जहाँ तहँ, अपजस श्रवन अलेखे॥ सहज समाधि बिसारि बपु करी, निरखि निमेष न लागत। परम ज्योति प्रति-अंग-माधुरी धरत यहै निसि जागत॥ त्रिकुटी सँग भ्रूभंग, तराटक नैन नैन लगि लागे। हँसन प्रकास, सुमुख कुंडल मिलि चंद्र सूर अनुरागे॥ मुरली अधर श्रवन धुनि सो सुनि अनहद शब्द प्रमाने। बरसत रस रुचि-बचन-सँग, सुख-पद-आनंद-समाने॥ मंत्र दियो मनजात भजन लगि, ज्ञान ध्यान हरि ही को। सूर, कहौं गुरु कौन करै, अलि, कौन सुनै मत फीको?
hama, ali, gokulanātha ārādhyo| mana baca krama hari sauṃ dhari patibrata premajoga-tapa sādhyo|| mātu-pitā-hita-prīti nigama-patha taji dukha-sukha-bhrama nākhyo| māna-apamāna parama paritoṣī asthira thita mana rākhyo|| sakucāsana, kulasīla parasa kari, jagatabaṃdya kari baṃdana| mānapravāda pavana-avarodhana hita kari kāma-nikaṃdana|| gurujana-kāni agini cahu~disi, nakha-tarani-tāpa cinu dekhe| pivata dhūma-upahāsa jahā~ taha~, apajasa śravana alekhe|| sahaja samādhi bisāri bapu karī, nirakhi nimeṣa na lāgata| parama jyoti prati-aṃga-mādhurī dharata yahai nisi jāgata|| trikuṭī sa~ga bhrūbhaṃga, tarāṭaka naina naina lagi lāge| ha~sana prakāsa, sumukha kuṃḍala mili caṃdra sūra anurāge|| muralī adhara śravana dhuni so suni anahada śabda pramāne| barasata rasa ruci-bacana-sa~ga, sukha-pada-ānaṃda-samāne|| maṃtra diyo manajāta bhajana lagi, jñāna dhyāna hari hī ko| sūra, kahauṃ guru kauna karai, ali, kauna sunai mata phīko?
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‘Bee, we have worshiped the Lord of Gokula. In mind, speech, and deed we held fast to Hari with a wife’s fidelity and performed the austerity of love-yoga. Abandoning the Vedic path of affection for mother, father, and kin, we cast away the delusion of pleasure and pain. Content in honor and dishonor alike, we kept the wavering mind still. Our posture was modesty; touching family virtue, we bowed to the one worshiped by the world. We restrained the wind of public censure and destroyed desire for the sake of love. Fear of elders was the fire on every side, and we endured the sun’s heat upon our nails. We drank the smoke of ridicule everywhere and heard uncounted infamy. In natural samādhi we forgot the body; gazing, we did not blink for an instant. The supreme light was the sweetness of every limb, held through the night in wakefulness. His bending brow was our meeting of the three channels; our eyes fixed upon his eyes were the unwavering stare. The radiance of his smile, lovely face, and earrings joined moon and sun in love. Hearing at the ear the flute upon his lips, we accepted that melody as the unstruck sound. Rasa rained with the charm of his speech, and we entered the bliss of the highest station. Mind-born Love gave the mantra for worship; our knowledge and meditation were Hari alone. Tell me, bee, asks Sūrdās: who can be our guru now, and who would listen to this tasteless doctrine?’
Diplomatically reconstructed from Śukla’s complete 1948 reprint and collated against the 1977 annotated witness because the corresponding leaf is absent from the retained 1926 scan.
Pada 79
Sourceकहिबे जीय न कछु सक राखो। लावा मेलि दए हैं तुमको बकत रहौं दिन आखों॥ जाकी बात कहौ तुम हमसों सो धौं कहौ को काँधी। तेरो कहो सो पवन भूस भयो, वहो जात ज्यों आँधी॥ कत श्रम करत, सुनत को ह्याँ है, होत जो बन को रोयो। सूर इते पै समुझत नाहीं, निपट दई को खोयो
kahibe jīya na kachu saka rākho| lāvā meli dae haiṃ tumako bakata rahauṃ dina ākhoṃ|| jākī bāta kahau tuma hamasoṃ so dhauṃ kahau ko kā~dhī| tero kaho so pavana bhūsa bhayo, vaho jāta jyoṃ ā~dhī|| kata śrama karata, sunata ko hyā~ hai, hota jo bana ko royo| sūra ite pai samujhata nāhīṃ, nipaṭa daī ko khoyo
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‘You could not keep anything unspoken in your heart. They have set you loose among us, and you chatter through the whole day. The one whose affairs you describe—tell us, whose burden is he now? What you say has become chaff upon the wind, swept away like a gale. Why exhaust yourself? Who here is listening? It is like someone weeping alone in the forest. Even after all this he does not understand, says Sūrdās—fate has utterly lost its wits.’
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Pada 80
Sourceअब नीके कै समुझि परी। जिन लगि हुती बहुत उर आसा सोऊ बात निबरी॥ वै सुफलकसुत, ये, सखि! ऊधो मिली एक परिपाटी। उन तो वह कीन्ही तब हमसों, ये रतन छँड़ाइ गहावत माटी॥ ऊपर मृदु भीतर तें कुलिस सम, देखत के प्रति भोरे। जोइ जोई आवत वा मथुरा तें एक डार के से तोरे॥ यह, सखि, मैं पहले कहि राखी असित न अपने होंहीं। सूर कोटि जौ माथो दीजै चलत आपनी गौं हीं
aba nīke kai samujhi parī| jina lagi hutī bahuta ura āsā soū bāta nibarī|| vai suphalakasuta, ye, sakhi! ūdho milī eka paripāṭī| una to vaha kīnhī taba hamasoṃ, ye ratana cha~r̤āi gahāvata māṭī|| ūpara mṛdu bhītara teṃ kulisa sama, dekhata ke prati bhore| joi joī āvata vā mathurā teṃ eka ḍāra ke se tore|| yaha, sakhi, maiṃ pahale kahi rākhī asita na apane hoṃhīṃ| sūra koṭi jau mātho dījai calata āpanī gauṃ hīṃ
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‘Now I understand it well. The one upon whom the heart had placed so much hope—that matter too is finished. Akrūra, son of Śvaphalka, and this Uddhava, friend, follow one and the same pattern. The first did what he did to us then; this one makes us abandon a jewel and grasp dust. Soft on the surface but hard as a thunderbolt within, each appears simple to the eye. Whoever comes from that Mathurā is broken from the same branch. Friend, I warned you before: dark-colored men do not become one’s own. Though one bow the head ten million times, says Sūrdās, they still walk only their own road.’
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Pada 81
Sourceमधुकर रह्यो जोग लौं नातो। कतहिं बकत बेकाम काज बिनु, होय न ह्याँ तें हातो॥ जब मिलि मिलि मधुपान कियो हो तब तू कहि धौं कहाँ तो। तू आयो निर्गुन उपदेसन सो नहिं हमैं सुहातो॥ काँचे गुन लै तनु ज्यों बेधौ; लै बारिज को ताँतो। मेरे जान गह्यो चाहत हौ फेरि कै भैगल मातो॥ यह लै देहु सूर के प्रभु को आयो जोग जहाँ तो। जब चहिहैं तब माँगि पठै हैं जो कोउ आवत-जातो
madhukara rahyo joga lauṃ nāto| katahiṃ bakata bekāma kāja binu, hoya na hyā~ teṃ hāto|| jaba mili mili madhupāna kiyo ho taba tū kahi dhauṃ kahā~ to| tū āyo nirguna upadesana so nahiṃ hamaiṃ suhāto|| kā~ce guna lai tanu jyoṃ bedhau; lai bārija ko tā~to| mere jāna gahyo cāhata hau pheri kai bhaigala māto|| yaha lai dehu sūra ke prabhu ko āyo joga jahā~ to| jaba cahihaiṃ taba mā~gi paṭhai haiṃ jo kou āvata-jāto
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‘Bee, our relationship lasted only until this yoga appeared. Why babble uselessly when no purpose can be served and no profit comes from here? When you met us and drank honey again and again, tell me—where was this doctrine then? You have come teaching the qualityless, and it gives us no delight. It is like threading a raw glass bead upon a lotus fiber, or trying to rein in a maddened elephant by turning it around. Take this yoga and return it to Sūrdās’s Lord, the place from which it came. Whenever he desires it, he can ask some traveler to send it back.’
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Pada 82
Sourceमोहन माँग्यो अपनो रूप। या ब्रज बसत अँचै तुम बैठी, ता बिनु तहाँ निरूप॥ मेरो मन, मेरो, अलि! लोचन लै जो गए धुपधूप। हमसों बदलो लेन उठि धाए मनो धारि कर सूप॥ अपनो काज सँवारि सूर, सुनु, हमहिं बताव त कूप। लेवा-देइ बराबर में है, कौन रंक को भूप
mohana mā~gyo apano rūpa| yā braja basata a~cai tuma baiṭhī, tā binu tahā~ nirūpa|| mero mana, mero, ali! locana lai jo gae dhupadhūpa| hamasoṃ badalo lena uṭhi dhāe mano dhāri kara sūpa|| apano kāja sa~vāri sūra, sunu, hamahiṃ batāva ta kūpa| levā-dei barābara meṃ hai, kauna raṃka ko bhūpa
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‘Mohana has asked for his own form. It remained here in Vraja with us while you sat beside him; without it, he has become formless there. Bee, he already took my mind and my eyes when he departed in burning haste. Now he has risen and run to collect an exchange from us, as though carrying a winnowing basket in his hand. Attend to your own business, says Sūrdās. You point out a well to us only after using us for your task. In an equal exchange of giving and taking, who is beggar and who is king?’
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Pada 83
Sourceहरि सों भलो सो पति सीता को। बन बन खोजत फिरे बंधु-सँग, कियो सिंधु बीता को॥ रावन मार्यो, लंका जारी, मुख देख्यो भीता को। दूत हाथ उन्हैं लिखि न पठायो निगम-ज्ञान गीता को॥ अब धौं कहा परेखो कीजै कुबजा के मीता को। जैसे चढ़त सबै सुधि भूली, ज्यों पीता चीता को? कीन्हीं कृपा जोग लिखि पठयो, निरखु पत्र री! ताको। सूरदास प्रेम कह जानै लोभी नवनीता को
hari soṃ bhalo so pati sītā ko| bana bana khojata phire baṃdhu-sa~ga, kiyo siṃdhu bītā ko|| rāvana māryo, laṃkā jārī, mukha dekhyo bhītā ko| dūta hātha unhaiṃ likhi na paṭhāyo nigama-jñāna gītā ko|| aba dhauṃ kahā parekho kījai kubajā ke mītā ko| jaise car̤hata sabai sudhi bhūlī, jyoṃ pītā cītā ko? kīnhīṃ kṛpā joga likhi paṭhayo, nirakhu patra rī! tāko| sūradāsa prema kaha jānai lobhī navanītā ko
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‘Better than Hari was Sītā’s husband. He wandered from forest to forest searching for her with his brother and crossed the ocean. He killed Rāvaṇa, burned Laṅkā, and saw the frightened face of his beloved. He did not place in a messenger’s hand a written Gītā of Vedic knowledge and send it to her. What reproach can now be made against Kubjā’s companion? As intoxication rises, he forgets all awareness, like one drunk upon a funeral pyre. Out of grace he wrote and sent yoga—friend, look at that letter! How could the greedy thief of butter, asks Sūrdās, know anything of love?’
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Pada 84
Sourceनिरमोहिया सों प्रीति कीन्हीं काहे न दुख होय? कपट करि करि प्रीति कपटी लै गयो मन गोय॥ काल-मुख तें काढ़ि आनी बहुरि दीन्हीं ढोय। मेरे जिय की सोइ जानै जाहि बीती होय॥ सोच, आँखि मँजीठ कीन्हीं निपट काँची पोय। सूर गोपी मधुप आगे दरकि दीन्हों रोय
niramohiyā soṃ prīti kīnhīṃ kāhe na dukha hoya? kapaṭa kari kari prīti kapaṭī lai gayo mana goya|| kāla-mukha teṃ kār̤hi ānī bahuri dīnhīṃ ḍhoya| mere jiya kī soi jānai jāhi bītī hoya|| soca, ā~khi ma~jīṭha kīnhīṃ nipaṭa kā~cī poya| sūra gopī madhupa āge daraki dīnhoṃ roya
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‘Why would loving one without attachment not bring pain? Deceiving us again and again with love, the deceiver secretly carried away our minds. He drew us from the mouth of Time and then cast us down once more. Only one to whom this has happened can know what is in my heart. Grief has dyed my eyes deep madder-red and threaded them like fragile beads. Before the bee, says Sūrdās, the gopī’s heart broke open and she wept.’
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Pada 85
Sourceबिन गोपाल बैरिन भइँ कुंजैं। तब ये लता-लगति अति सीतल, अब भइँ विषम ज्वाल की पुंजैं॥ बृथा बहति जमुना, खग बोलत, बृथा कमल फूलैं, अलि गुंजैं। पवन पानि घनसार सँजीवनि दधिसुत किरन भानु भइँ भुंजैं॥ ए, ऊधो, कहियो माधव सों बिरह कदन करि मारत लुंजैं। सूरदास प्रभु को मग जोवत अँखियाँ भईं बरन ज्यों गुंजैं
bina gopāla bairina bhai~ kuṃjaiṃ| taba ye latā-lagati ati sītala, aba bhai~ viṣama jvāla kī puṃjaiṃ|| bṛthā bahati jamunā, khaga bolata, bṛthā kamala phūlaiṃ, ali guṃjaiṃ| pavana pāni ghanasāra sa~jīvani dadhisuta kirana bhānu bhai~ bhuṃjaiṃ|| e, ūdho, kahiyo mādhava soṃ biraha kadana kari mārata luṃjaiṃ| sūradāsa prabhu ko maga jovata a~khiyā~ bhaīṃ barana jyoṃ guṃjaiṃ
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‘Without Gopāla, the bowers have become our enemies. Then these vines felt exceedingly cool; now they have become masses of fierce flame. The Yamunā flows in vain, birds call in vain, lotuses flower in vain, and bees hum in vain. Wind, water, camphor, life-restoring herbs, moonbeams, and the sun have all become burning heat. Uddhava, tell Mādhava that separation’s torment crushes and kills us. Watching the road for Sūrdās’s Lord, our eyes have turned red and black like guñjā berries.’
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Pada 86
Sourceसँदेसो कैसे कै अब कहौं? इन नैनन्ह या तन को पहरो कब लौं देति रहौं? जो कछु बिचार होय उर-अंतर रचि पचि सोचि गहौं। मुख आनत, ऊधो-तन चितवत न सो बिचार, न हौं॥ अब सोई सिख देहु, सयानी! जाते सखहिं लहौं। सूरदास प्रभु के सेवक सों विनती कै निबहौं
sa~deso kaise kai aba kahauṃ? ina nainanha yā tana ko paharo kaba lauṃ deti rahauṃ? jo kachu bicāra hoya ura-aṃtara raci paci soci gahauṃ| mukha ānata, ūdho-tana citavata na so bicāra, na hauṃ|| aba soī sikha dehu, sayānī! jāte sakhahiṃ lahauṃ| sūradāsa prabhu ke sevaka soṃ vinatī kai nibahauṃ
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‘How can I deliver the message now? How long can these eyes keep watch over this body? Whatever thought arises within my heart, I compose, labor over, and grasp. But when it reaches my mouth and I look upon Uddhava’s body, neither that thought nor I remain. Wise friend, teach me only that by which I may obtain my beloved. Let me fulfill my plea to the servant of Sūrdās’s Lord.’
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Pada 87
Sourceबहुरो ब्रज वह बात न चाली। वह जो एक बार ऊधो-कर कमलनयन पाती दै घाली॥ पथिक! तिहारे पा लागति हौं मथुरा जाव जहाँ बनमाली। करियो प्रगट पुकार द्वार ह्वै 'कालिंदी फिरि आयो काली'॥ जबै कृपा जदुनाथ कि हमपै रही सुरुचि जो प्रीति प्रतिपाली। माँगत कुसुम देखि द्रुम ऊँचे, गोद पकरि लेते गहि डाली॥ हम ऐसी उनके केतिक हैं अंग-प्रसंग सुनहु री, आली! सूरदास प्रभु प्रीति पुरातन सुमिरि सुमिरि राधा-उर साली
bahuro braja vaha bāta na cālī| vaha jo eka bāra ūdho-kara kamalanayana pātī dai ghālī|| pathika! tihāre pā lāgati hauṃ mathurā jāva jahā~ banamālī| kariyo pragaṭa pukāra dvāra hvai 'kāliṃdī phiri āyo kālī'|| jabai kṛpā jadunātha ki hamapai rahī suruci jo prīti pratipālī| mā~gata kusuma dekhi druma ū~ce, goda pakari lete gahi ḍālī|| hama aisī unake ketika haiṃ aṃga-prasaṃga sunahu rī, ālī! sūradāsa prabhu prīti purātana sumiri sumiri rādhā-ura sālī
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‘May such a thing never again happen in Vraja—the lotus-eyed one placing a letter once into Uddhava’s hand and sending it. Traveler, I fall at your feet: when you reach Mathurā where Banamālī dwells, stand at the gate and cry aloud, “The Yamunā has become black again!” When the Lord of the Yadus still bestowed grace upon us and preserved the lovely love we bore, he would see me asking for a flower high in a tree, take me in his arms, and seize the branch. Friend, listen—how many such intimacies were ours with him! Remembering that ancient love again and again, says Sūrdās, Rādhā’s heart is pierced.’
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Pada 88
Sourceऊधो! क्यों राखौं ये नैन? सुमिरि सुमिरि गुन अधिक तपत हैं सुनत तिहारों बैन॥ हैं जो मनोहर बदनचंद के सादर कुमुद चकोर। परम-तृषारत सजल स्यामघन के जो चातक मोर॥ मधुप, मराल चरनपंकज के, गति-बिलास-जल मीन। चक्रबाक, मनिदुति दिनकर के, मृग मुरली आधीन॥ सकल लोक सूनो लागतु है बिन देखे वा रूप। सूरदास प्रभु नँदनंदन के नखसिख अंग अनूप
ūdho! kyoṃ rākhauṃ ye naina? sumiri sumiri guna adhika tapata haiṃ sunata tihāroṃ baina|| haiṃ jo manohara badanacaṃda ke sādara kumuda cakora| parama-tṛṣārata sajala syāmaghana ke jo cātaka mora|| madhupa, marāla caranapaṃkaja ke, gati-bilāsa-jala mīna| cakrabāka, maniduti dinakara ke, mṛga muralī ādhīna|| sakala loka sūno lāgatu hai bina dekhe vā rūpa| sūradāsa prabhu na~danaṃdana ke nakhasikha aṃga anūpa
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‘Uddhava, why should I preserve these eyes? Remembering his qualities again and again, they burn still more as they hear your words. They are reverent night-lotuses and cakora birds devoted to the moon of his enchanting face; desperately thirsty cātakas and peacocks awaiting the water-laden dark cloud. They are bees and swans at his lotus feet, fish in the water of his graceful gait, cakravāka birds before the jeweled sun of his splendor, deer held captive by his flute. Without seeing that form, the whole world feels empty. From nail to crown, says Sūrdās, every limb of Lord Nandanandana is incomparable.’
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Pada 89
Sourceसँदेसनि मधुबन-कूप भरे। जो कोउ पथिक गए हैं ह्याँ तें फिरि नहिं अवन करे॥ कै वै स्याम सिखाय समोधे कै वै बीच मरे? अपने नहिं पठवत नँदनंदन हमरेउ फेरि धरे॥ मसि खूँटी, कागर जल भीजे, सर दव लागि जरे। पाती लिखें कहो क्यों करि जो पलक-कपाट अरे?
sa~desani madhubana-kūpa bhare| jo kou pathika gae haiṃ hyā~ teṃ phiri nahiṃ avana kare|| kai vai syāma sikhāya samodhe kai vai bīca mare? apane nahiṃ paṭhavata na~danaṃdana hamareu pheri dhare|| masi khū~ṭī, kāgara jala bhīje, sara dava lāgi jare| pātī likheṃ kaho kyoṃ kari jo palaka-kapāṭa are?
English translation
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‘The well of Mathurā is filled with our messages. Every traveler who has gone from here has failed to return. Did dark Śyāma instruct and pacify them, or did they die along the way? Nandanandana sends no messenger of his own, and he keeps back every one of ours. The ink has dried upon its peg, the paper is soaked with water, and the reed pens have caught fire and burned. Tell me, then—how can a letter be written when the shutters of the eyelids remain closed?’
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Pada 90
Sourceनँदनंदन मोहन सों मधुकर! है काहे की प्रीति? जौ कीजै तौ है जल, रवि औ जलधर की सी रीति॥ जैसे मीन, कमल, चातक की ऐसे ही गइ बीति। तलफत, जरत, पुकारत सुनु, सठ! नाहिंन है यह रीति॥ मन हठि परे, कबंध-जुद्ध ज्यों, हारेहू भइ जीति। बँधत न प्रेम-समुद्र सूर बल कहुँ बारुहि की भीति
na~danaṃdana mohana soṃ madhukara! hai kāhe kī prīti? jau kījai tau hai jala, ravi au jaladhara kī sī rīti|| jaise mīna, kamala, cātaka kī aise hī gai bīti| talaphata, jarata, pukārata sunu, saṭha! nāhiṃna hai yaha rīti|| mana haṭhi pare, kabaṃdha-juddha jyoṃ, hārehū bhai jīti| ba~dhata na prema-samudra sūra bala kahu~ bāruhi kī bhīti
English translation
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‘Bee, what kind of love is this for Nandanandana Mohana? If one must love him, it follows the pattern of water with the sun and the raincloud. Our time has passed like that of the fish, the lotus, and the cātaka—writhing, burning, and crying out. Listen, fool: this is no proper way. Yet the mind has fallen stubbornly into it; like a headless warrior in battle, even in defeat it wins. The ocean of love cannot be restrained by force, says Sūrdās, nor made afraid by a wall of sand.’
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