Gita Govinda -Jayadeva 174

Gita Govinda -Shri Jayadeva Gosvami

Act Three : mugdha madhusüdanaù

Madhu’s Slayer Bewildered

Scene Seven

Song 7

Verse 14

bhrü-cäpe nihitaù kaöäkña-viçikho nirmätu marma-vyathäà çyämätmä kuöilaù karotu kabaré-bhäro ’pi märodyamam mohaà tävad ayaà ca tanvi tanutäà bimbädharo rägavän sad-våttaà stana-maëòalaà tava kathaà präëair mama kréòati Translation “O slender Rädhä, the arrow of your sidelong glance, shooting forth from the bow of your eyebrow, may tear my heart to pieces. The rope of your dark curling locks may bind me like a prisoner. Your lips, as soft and red as bimba fruit, may bewilder me. But your perfectly round and enchanting breasts are well-behaved. So why are they playing with my life-airs on the pretext of a sport?”