Srimad Bhagvata Mahapurana Book 10 Chapter 35:1-7

Book 10: Thirty-five Chapter (First Half)

Srimad Bhagvata Mahapurana: Book 10: Chapter 35: Verses 1-7
The Gopis' song in pairs of verses

Sri Suka began again : On Sri Krsna having proceeded to the forest (for pasturing the cattle), the cowherd women (whose mind accompanied Him to the forest) spent their days in anguish, loudly singing His pastimes. The Gopis sang : When Sri Krsna (the Bestower of Liberation) plays on the flute, applied to His lips-the holes of which are (gently) touched by His delicate fingers-dancing His eyebrows, His left cheek inclined towards (the root of) His left arm, 0 cowherd women, the consorts of the Siddhas (flying through the air), accompanied by the Siddhas (their spouses), are struck with wonder to hear that music and, blushing to find their mind made a target of the shafts of love, fall into a trance, forgetful of their skirts (that get loosened and unsettled ' in that helpless state). Oh, hear of this strange phenomenon, 0 delicate women When this Darling of Nanda-on whose bosom smiling with pear-necklaces shines Goddess Laksmi (in the form of a golden streak) like a stationary flash of lightning---sounds His flute, bringing delight to the afflicted people (smitten with the pangs of separation from Him), herds of bulls in Vraja as well as deer and cows (in the forest), stand with erect ears, as though they were asleep or painted, their mind captivated by the music of the flute heard from a distance, and mouthfuls of grass pressed between their teeth (without being swallowed). Whenever the aforesaid Sri Krsna (the Bestower of Liberation), accompanied by Bala and putting on the garb of a wrestler decorated with a tuft of peacock-feathers and tender leaves, and painted with minerals (of various colours) 0 friend, calls the cows by their names (through the notes of His flute) in the company of (other) cowherds, the (inanimate) rivers too find their flow retarded and stand with their arms (in the shape of waves) thrown into motion (as if to fold the Lord in their embrace), and (when foiled in their attempt) yearning for the dust of His lotus-feet borne by the breeze but eventually with their waters stilled (as though in despair), possessed as they are of poor merit like ourselves.



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