Gita Govinda -Jayadeva 342

Gita Govinda -Shri Jayadeva Gosvami

Act Eight : vilakñya lakñmépatiù

The Hapless Lord of Fortune

Scene Seventeen : Song 17 : Verse 11

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antar-mohana-mauli-ghürëana-calan-mandära-visraàsanastabdhäkarñaëa-
dåñöi-harñaëa-mahä-mantraù kuraìgé-dåçäm
dåpyad-dänava-düyamäna-diviñad-durvära-duùkhä-padäà
bhraàçaù kaàsa-ripor vyapohayatu vaù çreyäàsi vaàçé-ravaù

Translation

The sound of Kṛṣṇa’s flute bewilders the hearts of the gopés. It makes their jewelled tiaras whirl and their elegant floral decorations fall. It drives away the irrepressible suffering of the celestials who have been sundered by the arrogant infernals. It makes doe-eyed women become stunned. It attracts them and increases the jubilation of their eyes. May that flute sound destroy all impediments on the path of auspiciousness for everyone.

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