Ashtapadi XVI - Yahi Madhava - Ode to the Lord
Hit by Cupid's arrows
Radha's heart is heavy
She spent that night
Sleepless, tossing in bed !
Next morning Krishna came
To console her with words
But her replies
Smacked of envy !
yAhi mAdhava - bhairavi - Adi
SlOkam adha kadhamapi yAmineem vineeya
smara Sara jarjaritApi sA prabhAtE
anunaya vachanam vadanta magrE praNatamapi priyamAha sAbhyasooyam |
rajani janita guru jAgara rAga kashAyita malasa nimEsham
vahati nayana manurAga miva sphuTa mudita rasAbhi nivESam
yAhi mAdhava yAhi kESava mAvada kaitava vAdam
tAmanusara saraseeruha lOchana yA tava harati vishAdam||yAhi ||
O Krishna dishevelled thou art !
You kept awake last night ?
Red are thine eyes
With tired look
Did you enjoy
Company of others ?
Go back, O Beauteous One,
To her who made you happy !
kajjala malina vilOchana chumbana virachita neelima rupam
daSana vasana maruvam tava krushNa tanOti manO ranu rupam||yAhi||
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Thy lips red due to Her kisses,
She always want Union with Thee
On the eye of some Gopi's
A nice decoration, it is, for Thy face !
vapuranu harati tava smara sangara khara nakha rakshata rEkham
marakata Sakala kalita kala dhouta lipEriva rati jaya lEkham||yAhi||
Thy Body Eternal is full
Of nail marks,
In Cupid's game
Like lines onn emerald !
All Victory is Thine,
All Glory Thine,
All Fame Thine,
O Lord of Logos !
charaNa kamala gaLa dalakta siktamidam tava hrudaya mudAram
darSayateeva bahirmadana druma nava kisalaya parivAram||yAhi||
The red color Applied
Tto the tender feet Of a Gopi
By Thee, smeared Thy chest !
Like leaves tender, They adorn Thee !
daSana padam bhavadadhara gatam mama janayati chEtasi khEdam
kadhayati kadha madhunApi mayA sahatava vapu rEta bhEdam||yAhi||
On Thy lips,Nail dents
I am melancholic
But I suffer entire
Separation from Thee !
bahiriva malinataram tava krishNa manOpi bhavishyati noonam
kadhamadha vanchayasE janamanugata masama Sara jvara doonam||yAhi||
Like Thy blemished body
Thy mind is blemished
As Thou torture, the hit
By the arrows of Cupid !
bhramati bhavA nabalA kabaLAya vanEshu kimatra vichitram
pradhayati pootani kaiva vadhoo vadha nirdaya bAla charitam||yAhi||
To eliminate women
Thou wander in Brindavan !
No wonder as Thou art
Killer, killer of Poothana !
Sri jayadEva bhaNitarati vanchita khanDita yuvati vilApam
SruNuta sudhAmadhuram vibudhA layatOpi durApam ||yAhi ||
O devotees wise,
Listen to taunting words
Of a woman cheated
By her Lover
Prakriti cannot suffer,
Non separation, Vibhakti.
Pangs of separation,
Bhakti being the State Natural.
He may love Upanishads
But not at Prakriti's expense !
Sweeter than Heaven's nectar
Are the words of Jayadeva !