Avajnaya Bhartur Maha Ghora
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(1) avajñāya bhartur mahā-ghora-daṇḍaḿ guror bhāṣitaḿ ca vyatikramya caṇḍam niṣedhoddhuraāḿ kińkarīm ākṣipantī hare kṛṣṇa nātheti bālā japantī (2) rasan-megha-jāle taḍidbhiḥ karāle galad-vāridhāre durantāndhakāre milad-bhūri-doṣe sakhī me pradoṣe prayāṇāya lajjām anādṛtya sajjā (3) adūrollasad-bhallukārabdha-yuddhāḿ valad-dandaśukāvalī-bhoga-ruddhām samantād dhvanad-vāyasārati-bhīmāḿ rasotphullam ullańghya kāntāra-sīmām (4) praviśyānavadyaḿ latā-geha-madhyaḿ dhṛtautsukya-cakrā nisargād avakrā nakhāgra-pralūnaiḥ su-gandhi-prasūnaiḥ payaḥ-phena-kalpaḿ vyadhatteha talpam. (5) praṇītekṣaṇeyaḿ muhus te padavyāḿ dadhānā mukunda spṛhāḿ navya-navyām alabdhaḿ tatas tvām avetyāti-khinnā babhūva prasūneṣu-bāṇair vibhinnā (6) sukaṇṭhī śaṭheyaḿ bhajantī prajalpaḿ muhur bhāvayantī nimeṣaḿ ca kalpam cakārādya kuñje batālabdha-kāme sakhī jāgaraḿ sambhramād ekikā me (7) aho bhāgyam adya prapanno 'si sadyas tvam asminn agāre yad ārān murāre sakhī-vṛnda-dṛṣṭir dhṛtānanda-vṛṣṭir babhūvātta-rańgaḿ vilokya tvad-ańgam (8) dukūlasya lakṣmīḿ samantād viśālām asau vīkṣya pītasya te malli-mālā luṭhantī kucodbhāsi-kāśmīra-pańke nijaḿ pītam ańgaḿ cakārādya śańke (9) vikīrṇālakāntaḥ pariśrānti-kāntas tava vyakta-tandraḥ sphuraty āsya-candraḥ kṛtānańga-yāgaḿ vibhaktāńga-rāgaḿ nakhāńkāli-pātraḿ tathedaḿ ca gātram (10) sphurad-bandhujīva-prasūnāpta-sańgaḿ parispardhamāno vilāsena bhṛńgam mudaḿ kasya bimbādharas tena raktaḥ karoty ujjvalāḿ kajjalenādya saktaḥ (11) alaḿ deva divyena jāne bhavantaḿ sadā rādhikāyām ati-premavantam alindāt kuru tvaḿ mamādhi-prabhātaḿ drutaḿ gopa-kanyā-bhujańga prayātam (12) iti prema-garbhaḿ samākarṇya sarvaḿ tadā rādhikālī-giraḿ ratna-māl haris toṣa-bhāraḿ sa vindann apāraḿ sadā me mahiṣṭaḿ vidhattām abhīṣṭam (13) nayanerita-mānasabhū-viśikhaḥ śirasi pracala-pracalāka-śikhaḥ muralī-dhvanibhiḥ surabhī svarayan paśupī-viraha-vyasanaḿ tirayan (14) parito jananī-paritoṣakaraḥ sakhi lampaṭayann akhilaḿ bhuvanam taruṇī-hṛdayaḿ karuṇī vidadhat taralaḿ sarale kara-lambi-guṇaḥ (15) divasoparame paramollasitaḥ kalaśastani he vilasad-dhasitaḥ atasī-kusumaḿ vihasan mahasā hariṇī-kulam ākulayan sahasā (16) praṇayi-pravaṇaḥ subhaga-śravaṇa- pracalan-makaraḥ sa-sakhi-prakaraḥ madayann amarīr bhramayan bhramarīr militaḥ katibhiḥ śikhināḿ tatibhiḥ (17) ayam ujjvalayan vrajabhū-saraṇīḿ ramayan kramaṇair mṛdubhir dharaṇīm ajire militaḥ kalita-pramade harir udvijase tad api pramade (18) vada mā paruṣaḿ hṛdaye na ruṣaḿ racaya tvam atas cala vibhramataḥ udite mihikā-kiraṇe na hi kā rabhasād ayi taḿ bhajate dayitam (19) kalaya tvarayā vilasat-sicayaḥ prasaraty abhito yuvatī-nicayaḥ nidadhāti harir nayanaḿ saraṇau tava vikṣipa sa-praṇayaḿ caraṇau (20) iti tām upadiśya tadā sva-sakhīḿ lalitā kila mānitayā vimukhīm anayat prasabhād iva yaḿ javataḥ kurutāt sa harir bhavikaḿ bhavatah
(1)-(2) "My friend ignored terrible punishment from Her husband, disobeyed the angry words of Her superiors, pushed aside the maidservant blocking Her exit, chanted O Hari, OKrishna, O Lord, ignored all disgrace, and prepared to go into the dangerous night filled with blinding darkness, thundering clouds, and torrential rains. (3)-(4) "She happily went to the noisy boundary of the jungle, where not far away were many jumping, fighting monkeys, slithering snakes with raised hoods, and fearful, howling owls. She entered a beautiful cottage of flowering vines and, eager, simple and pure-hearted, She cut many flowers with Her fingernails and made for You a bed as white as foam. (5) "Mukunda, looking for You, Her eyes remained always fixed on the path. Her desire for You ever new and unfading, when She could not attain You She became very unhappy, severely wounded by the flower-arrows of Kama. (6) "Again and again saying, 'O sweet-talking rogue,' and thinking each moment a kalpa, my bewildered friend stayed awake all night, alone in the forest grove where She could not attain Her desire. (7) "Today we are fortunate. You have suddenly come from far away to this home. O Murari, by seeing Your blissful form, the eyes of the gopis become showered with transcendental happiness. (8) "I think that, sseing the great splendor of Your yellow silk garments, and becoming envious, Your garland of jasmine flowers, stealing the splendid kuìkuma from some girl's breasts, has now made itself yellow. (9) "Your sleepy face is decorated with locks of disheveled hair. It is very handsome in this state of complete exhaustion. Your body is decorated with many fingernail scratches and its fragrant ointments are broken. It must have performed the kama-yajna (10) "Whom will Your red, black mascara marked, bimba fruit lips, which rival in glory a black bee touching a blossoming bandhujiva flower, not fill with splendid happiness? (11) "O playful Lord, what is the need of this solemn declaration that You speak the truth? I know that You eternally love Radhika. O lover of the gopis, please quickly leave my doorstep and allow the sun to rise on the dark night of my anguish." (12) May Lord Hari, who wears a necklace of jewels, and who, hearing these words of love from Radhika's friend, found boundless satisfaction, grant my greatest desire. (13)-(17) "His eyes shooting arrows of love, the peacock feather on His head moving, His body fragrant, His flute musi removing the anguish the gopis feel in separation from Him, bringing happiness to His mother, making the entire world mad with love for Him, O friend, merciful, making the hearts of all young girls tremble, O honest girl, holding a rope in His hand, supremely happy at the end of the day, O girl with water pot breasts, splendidly smiling, mocking the atasi flower with His bodily luster, overwhelming the doves, submissive to they who love Him, shark-shaped earrings moving on His handsome ears, accompanied by His friends, maddening the demigoddesses, bewildering the bees, accompanied by how many peacocks, and with His gentle footsteps splendidly decorating the pathways of Vrajabhümiand delighting the earth, Lord Hari has now entered the courtyard, and You, O beautiful girl, are now overcome with happiness. (18) "Don't speak harshly! Don't be angry at heart! Go and enjoy pastimes with Him! When the moon, with its light as cool as snow, has risen, what girl will not passionately worship her beloved? (19) "Look! The splendidly dressed young gopis are running to Him. Lord Hari now places His glance upon You. Lovingly place Your feet on the path to Him." (20) May Lord Hari, to whom Lalita forcibly brought her friend averse with jealous anger, instructing Her with these words, bring transcendental auspiciousness to you.