Angry Radha became
About Lord Krishna
She sighed, she gasped
And gazed sadly

At her friend's face
When the Sun was setting
Then the Lord came there
But faltered while talking
 
O beloved Radha
Lovable is thy character !
Dont get angry
For nothing


I will become red,
Like thee entirely,
A beauteous sight it will be,
Before all this that is!

May the set of gems
On thy front
Shine and beautify
Thee entire !

May the waist band
On thy loins
Echo Cupid's commands !
And may Bliss mark thee !

Or tie my arms,
Do whatever you want to do,
Do whatever, beloved,
Which makes thee happy !

May the waist band
On thy loins
Echo Cupid's commands !
And may Bliss mark thee !

How sweet and gentle thy talk
Speak, then, O beloved One
Even the beauty Of red lotus
Is humbled by thy feet eternal !

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cupid burns in my Heart
Show thy face lotus
A few words by you
Radiate light eternal

That light can eliminate fear
Fear which is like darkness
Like a chakora bird
I yearn for thy kiss !
 
How attractive thy teeth
You can hit me
If you are angry
With thy sharp nails

Or tie my arms,
Do whatever thou wantest me to do,
Do whatever, beloved,
Which makes thee happy !
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thou art my jewel
Thou art my Prakriti
Thou art my Nature.,O Beloved Radha !

Like emerald, like ruby
Thou art to Me
My heart yearns for thee
And before thee, I bow !

Thy eyes like blue lotus
Turning like red lotus !
Thy glances are like
The arrows of Cupid !

I will become red,
Like thee entirely,
A beauteous sight it will be,
Before all this that is!

May the set of gems
On thy front
Shine and beautify
Thee entire !

How sweet and gentle thy talk
Speak, then, O beloved One
Even the beauty Of red lotus
Is humbled by thy feet eternal !

Wicked attacks of Cupid,
Are repelled Thy Tender Feet,
Pls place Thy feet, on my head mundane,
Thus pacifying the Fire of love !
 
The sweets words of Lord and consort
Is described by poet Jayadeva
Words of Being and Becoming
Brahman and Maya


In modest women it generates,
Immense Bliss divine !
The bliss which is Ineffable,
The Bliss for which the world's derelict sorrows yearn !