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Vilāpa-kusumāñjali · Verses 7–17

The Cry for Service

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अत्युत्कटेन नितरां विरहानलेन दन्दह्यमानहृदया किल कापि दासी हा स्वामिनि क्षणमिह प्रणयेन गाढं आक्रन्दनेन विधुरा विलपामि पद्यैः

atyutkaṭena nitarāṃ virahānalena dandahyamānahṛdayā kila kāpi dāsī hā svāmini kṣaṇamiha praṇayena gāḍhaṃ ākrandanena vidhurā vilapāmi padyaiḥ

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Some maidservant, her heart fiercely scorched by the blazing fire of separation, cries out: Alas, my mistress! For one moment here, overcome by deep love and helpless weeping, I lament before you in these verses.

देवि दुःखकुलसागरोदरे दूयमानमतिदुर्गतं जनम् त्वं कृपाप्रबलनौकयाद्भुतं प्रापय स्वपदपङ्कजालयम्

devi duḥkhakulasāgarodare dūyamānamatidurgataṃ janam tvaṃ kṛpāprabalanaukayādbhutaṃ prāpaya svapadapaṅkajālayam

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O Goddess, this wretched person is tormented in the belly of an ocean made from every sorrow. By the wondrous, powerful boat of your mercy, carry me to the dwelling of your lotus feet.

त्वदलोकनकालाहिदंशैरेव मृतं जनम् त्वत्पादाब्जमिलल्लाक्षाभेषजैर्देवि जीवय

tvadalokanakālāhidaṃśaireva mṛtaṃ janam tvatpādābjamilallākṣābheṣajairdevi jīvaya

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O Goddess, I am dead from the bites of the black serpent of not seeing you. Revive me with the medicine of lac that touches your lotus feet.

देवि ते चरणपद्मदासिकां विप्रयोगभरदावपावकैः दह्यमानतरकायवल्लरीं जीवय क्षणनिरीक्षणामृतैः

devi te caraṇapadmadāsikāṃ viprayogabharadāvapāvakaiḥ dahyamānatarakāyavallarīṃ jīvaya kṣaṇanirīkṣaṇāmṛtaiḥ

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O Goddess, revive this maidservant of your lotus feet, whose vine-like body is burning in the forest fire of heavy separation, with the nectar of one moment's glance.

स्वप्नेऽपि किं सुमुखि ते चरणाम्बुजात राजत्परागपटवासविभूषणेन शोभां परामतितरामहहोत्तमाङ्गं बिभ्रद्भविष्यति कदा मम सार्थनामा

svapne'pi kiṃ sumukhi te caraṇāmbujāta rājatparāgapaṭavāsavibhūṣaṇena śobhāṃ parāmatitarāmahahottamāṅgaṃ bibhradbhaviṣyati kadā mama sārthanāmā

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O beautiful-faced one, will my name ever become meaningful—even in a dream—when my head bears supreme splendor from the fragrant cosmetic of shining pollen from your lotus feet?

अमृताब्धिरसप्रायैस्तव नूपुरसिञ्जितैः हा कदा मम कल्याणि वाधिर्यमपनेष्यते

amṛtābdhirasaprāyaistava nūpurasiñjitaiḥ hā kadā mama kalyāṇi vādhiryamapaneṣyate

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O auspicious one, when will the jingling of your anklets, almost the very rasa of an ocean of nectar, remove my deafness?

शशकभृदभिसारे नेत्रभृङ्गाञ्चलाभ्यां दिशि विदिशि भयेनोद्घुर्णिताभ्यां वनानि कुवलयदलकोषाण्येव कॢप्तानि याभ्यां किमु किल कलनीयो देवि ताभ्यां जनोऽयम्

śaśakabhṛdabhisāre netrabhṛṅgāñcalābhyāṃ diśi vidiśi bhayenodghurṇitābhyāṃ vanāni kuvalayadalakoṣāṇyeva kḷptāni yābhyāṃ kimu kila kalanīyo devi tābhyāṃ jano'yam

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O Goddess, as you go to meet the moonlike beloved, your bee-like eyes whirl fearfully in every direction through the forest, turning blue-lotus petals into their chambers. Will this person ever be noticed by those eyes?

यदवधि मम काचिन्मञ्जरी रूपपूर्वा व्रजभुवि बत नेत्रद्वन्द्वदीप्तिं चकार तदवधि तव वृन्दारण्यराज्ञि प्रकामं चरणकमललाक्षासन्दिदृक्षा ममाभूत्

yadavadhi mama kācinmañjarī rūpapūrvā vrajabhuvi bata netradvandvadīptiṃ cakāra tadavadhi tava vṛndāraṇyarājñi prakāmaṃ caraṇakamalalākṣāsandidṛkṣā mamābhūt

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Fresh editorial translation from the Sanskrit Documents Vilāpa-kusumāñjali authority authority

From the moment a certain Mañjarī named Rūpa illumined my two eyes on the soil of Vraja, O queen of Vṛndāvana, an intense desire arose in me to behold the lac upon your lotus feet.

यदा तव सरोवरं सरसभृङ्गसङ्घोल्लसन्सरोरुहकुलोज्ज्वलं मधुरवारिसम्पूरितम् स्फुटत्सरसिजाक्षि हे नयनयुग्मसाक्षाद्बभौ तदैव मम लालसाजनि तवैव दास्ये रसे

yadā tava sarovaraṃ sarasabhṛṅgasaṅghollasansaroruhakulojjvalaṃ madhuravārisampūritam sphuṭatsarasijākṣi he nayanayugmasākṣādbabhau tadaiva mama lālasājani tavaiva dāsye rase

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O lotus-eyed one, when your lake—filled with sweet water and bright with hosts of lotuses among delighted bees—appeared directly before my eyes, at that very moment longing for the rasa of your service alone was born in me.

पादाब्जयोस्तव विना वरदास्यमेव नान्यत्कदापि समये किल देवि याचे सख्याय ते मम नमोऽस्तु नमोऽस्तु नित्यं दास्यास्य ते मम रसोऽस्तु रसोऽस्तु सत्यम्

pādābjayostava vinā varadāsyameva nānyatkadāpi samaye kila devi yāce sakhyāya te mama namo'stu namo'stu nityaṃ dāsyāsya te mama raso'stu raso'stu satyam

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Fresh editorial translation from the Sanskrit Documents Vilāpa-kusumāñjali authority authority

O Goddess, at no time do I ask for anything but excellent service to your lotus feet. I bow again and again to friendship with you; let my true relish be forever in servanthood to you.

अतिसुललितलाक्षाश्लिष्टसौभाग्यमुद्रा ततिभिरधिकतुष्ट्या चिह्नितीकृत्य बाहू नखदलितहरिद्रागर्वगौरि प्रियां मे चरणकमलसेवां हा कदा दास्यसि त्वम्

atisulalitalākṣāśliṣṭasaubhāgyamudrā tatibhiradhikatuṣṭyā cihnitīkṛtya bāhū nakhadalitaharidrāgarvagauri priyāṃ me caraṇakamalasevāṃ hā kadā dāsyasi tvam

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Fresh editorial translation from the Sanskrit Documents Vilāpa-kusumāñjali authority authority

O golden one, whose beauty shames turmeric scratched by a fingernail, when will you joyfully mark my arms with rows of the auspicious seals touched by your delicate lac and grant me the cherished service of your lotus feet?