HARE KRISHNA HARE KRISHNA KRISHNA KRISHNA HARE HARE HARE RAMA HARE RAMA RAMA RAMA HARE HARE 16 страница
Incorrigible Shyama, adopting a disdainful demeanor, will scornfully smile and flagrantly demand, “What did she say? Who is this insolent new kinkari anyway? Would she stand so valiantly if Kandarpa-raja forcibly waged war against her charming bodily beauty in a cave of Govardhana Hill? If he ever laid his hands on her, he would definitely teach her a dance or two!” At that instant, I will quickly hide my jubilantly blushing self behind my unlimitedly beautiful You to ensure the intensification of Your pleasure pastimes!
He Radhike! When inconceivably clever Shyama, to everyone’s astonishment, suddenly eludes the comprehension of all, somehow penetrating our impervious phalanxes to bind You in the stronghold of His tight embrace, I will, on Your indication, stealthily spirit away with His mischievous flute! Shyama, being mesmerized by the intoxicating fragrance of Your person, will not at all understand what has happened. At that time, I will beseech that best descendant of the bamboos, “O best procuress of the wants of He who loosens the hair- braids of the innocent gopi girls of Vraja! O you, who, empowered by our svamini, force the formidable fortresses of their bodices to give way under the sway of their impassioned recollection of His indomitable handsomeness! O you, who, guilty of drinking the ambrosial nectar of the lusty lips of Radha’s supremely libertine lover boy, wish to escape the discontent of the deer-eyed gopis to whom that nectar actually belongs by returning the stolen property a thousandfold! O wanton vamsi, I know you! The next time Shyama sweetly presses your mouth to His bimba fruit lips, in His quest to conquer the pride of the kinkaris, please mercifully whisper into His ear how we are burning with the desire to attain Him in the service of our svamini!” I will then secretly slip the vamsi behind my back to Ananga Manjari who will in turn covertly consign it to the custody of Lalita Devi. He Radhe! You will then, by the strength of Your unblemished honor and reputation as a chaste housewife, manage to free Yourself after a little struggle. Glancing in all directions, You will sternly admonish all of the sakhis with Your tightly knitted eyebrows while earnestly endeavoring to retie the loosened sash about Your trembling hips.
As entranced Shyama playfully approaches and dexterously catches the corner of Your sari, You will coyly smile while looking askance, frowning Your restless, cupid’s- bow-like eyebrows. Your soft, doe-like eyes will ambivalently rejoice and brim with tears. Your lusciously quivering bimba fruit lips will reveal Your intense inner joy. While strenuously struggling to resist the ambush of His brazenly adventurous fingers, You will outwardly reproach Your lover by lightly bopping Him on the head with the play lotus in Your delicate hand. “Don’t touch me! We’ve just bathed for our worship of the Sun-god! How will our offerings be suitable if we are sullied by a rapacious rake like You?” When will I be so privileged with this sight of Your sweetest kila-kincita and kuttamita moods, which profoundly delight Shyama with an indescribable happiness millions of times over and above the bliss He obtains from complete union?
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He Svamini Radhe! Just then, Vrinda Devi, smiling to see the fun, will intervene, saying to You both, “Hey You two rasika lovers! The abhijita-muhurta is quickly approaching! Best we not waste these auspicious moments with any unnecessary quarreling! If You want to soundly succeed in the consummation of King Cupid’s loving game plan, then quickly come with all of Your sakhis to see the beauty of the monsoon forest! This forest is complimented by the jubilant dancing of many peacocks and is specially arrayed with a myriad of swings. These swings were just now fabulously decorated for the pleasure of Your eyes and the happiness of Your hearts by my expert vana-devi maidservants!”
At that time, You, being so petitioned, will relent and sweetly consent to happily traverse the dark monsoon-cloud- shaded forest path with Your arms about Your glorious dark monsoon-cloud-shaded lover. Eagerly intent upon climbing onto the best of all swings with His best of all transcendental sweethearts, Ghanashyama will fill our hearts with ever- expanding transcendental bliss as He fills Your sweet ears with the ambrosial nectar of His flirtatious joking words.
When will I beam with pride as I shower Your splendidly rapturous dark and fair forms with fine, multi-colored, supremely fragrant flower petals as the sakhis begin to sing and push Your swing? Softly rumbling to congratulate You, the jubilant cloud friends of Krishna will momentarily sprinkle tiny rain droplets upon You to bring a cool exhilaration upon Your ecstatic swing festival! You and Your beloved, looking like incomparably pleasing lightning within a boundlessly beauteous monsoon cloud, will swing higher and higher as if to benevolently befriend the clouds and lightning in the sky!
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That delightful day will certainly come when I will personally witness the overpowering magnitude of Your matchless, divine generosity toward Your multitude of happy girlfriends. Blissfully sharing Your loving Shyama with Your most trusted confidantes, You will gradually make all of them intimately sit with Him on various forest-flower-decorated love- swings! All glories to Your ever-expanding transcendental passion for tenderly reciprocating the love of Your fully surrendered friends and maidservants!
Vrinda will then come to You and secretly whisper something into Your ear. As I see a slightly mischievous smile appear on Your face, a blissful curiosity will flood my heart.
He Radhe! Still dizzy from so much exuberant swinging, everyone will slowly wander with You along the forest path into a charming spring-flower-filled meadow. There sweetly singing birds will be warbling in ragas befitting the festival of spring. Jubilantly smiling and agitated by rippling waves of prema, the sakhis will spontaneously compose complimentary Krishna love- anthems in the vasanta-raga. Vrinda’s vana-devis will then present before You an amazing array of implements just suitable to facilitate Your forever famous holi pastimes with Your beloved Shyama. Before You will lay a large variety of delicate powder balls of fragrant kunkuma, candana, camphor, saffron, turmeric, and various flower pollens. There will also be excellent forest-flower-bedecked bows with quivered flower arrows. Broadly smiling, we will see exquisitely ornamented jewel syringes for spraying assorted scented fluids produced from aguru, musk, candana, mud, and juices pressed from varieties of highly fragrant flowers. All these substances will excitedly wait in splendid gold-and-sapphire water pots.
Seeing all this, valorous Shyama will exclaim, “Aho! What is this? How is it that Madhava, the spring season, directly follows the monsoon season out of sequence? O Madhavi Radhe! I think it could only be because Your heart’s passion for conquering the kingdom of Madhava has emerged as this delightful springtime meadow replete with this formidable arsenal of superbly suggestive flower-power weaponry! Certainly there could be no explanation beyond this! Do all of Your wanton desires so aggressively appear as incontestable reality? O proud young lady with roguish eyes! Chivalrous warriors do not speak much but rather prove their prowess by courageous deeds! If You think Yourself heroic enough to withstand the onslaught of My flower bombs upon Your devastating beauty, then, armed with coquettish glances, stand and fight!”
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Glancing confidently from the corners of Your unconquerably gorgeous kajjala-lined eyes, You will boldly counter, “Bho bombastically boastful brahmacari! It appears that it is You who are doing all the superfluous chatter! We will see how You maintain Your equilibrium and sense control when You are totally demoralized and devastated by the indomitable bodily splendor of My sakhi soldiers and manjari bodyguards!” At that, we will all quickly change into thin white garments suitable for the occasion. Then Your holi love-assault will commence in earnest!
He Radhe! When will I have the blessed opportunity to supply You with Your desired weaponry as You smilingly pelt Shyama’s unlimitedly handsome chest with powder balls of sindura and gulala? The sakhis will all simultaneously reciprocate Shyama’s continuous streams of colored juices by blissfully pulverizing Him from all directions with a barrage of colorful powder balls! Some very fortunate girls will immerse themselves in the nectar of transcendental musical accompaniment, exuberantly singing and playing varieties of stringed vinas such as kacchapi, vicitra, rudra, svara-mandalika, and tampura. Others will blissfully play on various kinds of flutes, shenais, and nagasimhas, creating an inestimable exhilaration. Still others, with amazing dexterity and potency, will zealously play different mridangas, pakawajas, damarus, and nagara drums in many varieties of rhythms, together with various bells, chimes, gongs, and karatalas, all periodically combining to make an incredibly tumultuous musical uproar!
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As multi-colored powders flying in all directions cloud the air with a dense, colorific confusion, triumphant Shyama, revolving with great alacrity like a blazing firebrand, will appear before each overwhelmed sakhi, besmearing one girl’s face, another’s breasts, and still another’s beautiful belly! Embracing one happy girl to His heart, catching another girl’s braids, holding another’s hands, drinking another’s nectarean kisses, and pinching yet another’s buttocks while biting her neck – in this way, Your svayam-rupa Gokulananda Shyamasundara will blissfully befriend each and every one of us by the influence of Your ever-resplendent, ever-victorious munificence!
When the colorful clouds of ananda dissipate somewhat, Vrinda and Her vana-devis will approach to offer varieties of refreshing nectar drinks. Shyama will then take You by the hand to a private garden, and the selfless sakhis, intoxicated with the ecstasies of their own amorous afflictions, will stumble off into their various individual kunjas.
My dear slender-waisted Radharani! I have heard from the lips of great saintly persons that Your honey-moon-faced rakish lover, Shyamasundara, has expanded His innumerable energies through His various agents to manifest all the spiritual and material worlds, intelligently accommodating the various desires and attitudes of unlimited varieties of living entities. Is that really so very wondrous? All the vibhutis of the entire cosmic creation are said to have sprung from a mere spark of His splendor! Am I supposed to be very much impressed? So what if daily He skillfully killed so many terrible raksasa demons, liberating them by merging them into His brahman effulgence! Was His bewildering of Lord Brahma by expanding into duplicate forms of thousands of cowherd boys and calves truly a display of His mystic opulence? Was His exhaustive dancing on the hooded heads of Kaliya-naga really very artistic or graceful? Perhaps if He at that time would have invited You and Your friends on board for rasa dancing, I would be somewhat appeased. I have heard of His having devoured devastating forest fires in His childhood, but what about the now-raging fires of our desires to see His sumptuous, supramundane, confidential prema-keli union with You? Some people might think His instructing the wives of the yajnika-brahmanas to return home to their husbands and patiently wait for some future opportunity a most noble and noteworthy display of kripa. Is it really so wonderful or important that He defied unduly puffed-up Indra-deva by easily holding up Govardhana Hill with just the single pinky of His left hand? Couldn’t He recognize any worthier mountains (mountain-like breasts) to uphold in this land of Vraja? I dare say He would not ably do the needful in this regard without the arduous exploits of all the fingers on both His hands! He may have been able to somehow lift a little mushroom like Giri Govardhana, but how, under the present circumstances, will He be able to lift the weighty vama- giri mountain of Your contrariness? I have heard that in His previous life as Raghupati Ramacandra He wrathfully killed Ravana, supposedly to give protection to Sit Devi. Soon after, however, He insensitively banished Her to the forest, giving Her unlimited distress merely for the fame and namesake of His Raghu dynasty. Were these deeds really so commendable or considerate? How glorious was His ungrateful arrest of Bali Maharaja or His confining him to the prison of his palace in the netherworlds? Bali had given to Him everything in the three words, including his own person, yet Krishna, as Vamanadeva, in return, only rewarded him with a mere post-dated position as an insignificant Indra. By that are we to think Him very high- minded and magnanimous? How heroic was His deliverance of the elephant Gajendra from the crocodile-jaws of all-devouring death? How victorious was He when dismantling the insignificant wasp Hiranyakashipu or when dealing a death blow upon the demon Hiranyaksa while delivering Mother Earth from the depths of the Garbhodaka ocean? Let Him now consider the crocodile of all-devouring time upon us, as if we have any more of this fleeting afternoon to waste! Let Him, upon a charming plush flowerbed within a secluded, ornately gilded kunja cottage, victoriously dismantle the hair-knot of Your loving anguish in a raging battle against Your tantalizing feigned belligerence! Let Him, dealing a death blow to the pride of the most liberal lovers in the three worlds, most mercifully deliver You from the fathomless depths of Your vast ocean of deepest, innermost premika distresses (desires) to please Him in every way!
He Radhe! Only when I see Him carefully placing the tender arches of Your delicate lotus feet upon the contours of His blissfully shining cheeks, kissing them with His quivering coppery lips as streams of tears glide down from His half-closed all-alluring lotus eyes, will I consider Him to be even a little intelligent! He Priyeshvari! Shyama is known as bhusana- bhusanangam, the ornament of all ornaments. His ornaments are beautified by dint of their being worn by or associated with Him, the best of all ornaments. Yet, He alone, with or without ornaments, is not particularly beautiful. Only when He humbly begs to become Your faithful purusa-bhusana, to selflessly ornament (be beautified by) Your matchlessly elegant and splendorous lovely limbs, will He meritoriously attain the apex of magnificence! Only when I see Him totally overwhelmed and defeated by the intensity of Your lavishly luscious loving ecstasy and unconscious, fainted beneath Your bountiful bosom, will I consider Him to be at all heroic or skillful! All glories to Your solitary love play within the bumble-bee- bedecked, blossoming bowers of Vrindavana! He Svadhina- bhartrike Radhe! Only when I see Him afterwards, at Your beck and call, deliriously enraptured and amorously turbulent, unsuccessfully attempting, with uncontrollably trembling hand, to repaint the smudged kasturi pictures I previously painted on Your pleasingly plump and beautiful mind-bewitching breast, will I consider Him to be at all graceful or artistic! Only when I see Him, upon Your order begging to become the surrendered servant of Your unalloyed maidservants, taking the dust of their feet upon His head, will I know Him to be very opulent and fortunate! Such are the winsome ways of Your immaculately selfless, love-fascinations! I will attain the pinnacle of bliss upon witnessing Your peerless pride and joy as You lay Your own dearly beloved Shyamasundara to rest by the side of she who is dearer to You than Your own life’s breath, Your darling, most treasured, incomparably delicate younger sister, Shrimati Ananga Manjari. At that time, Rupa Manjari, Rati Manjari, Rasa Manjari, Mani Manjari, and Guna Manjari along with their associates will come to her supremely opulent Anangambuja Padma-mandira, eminently ornamenting the heart of Your love- saturated lake to lovingly serve her lotus feet. I offer my heart billions of times over in the dust of her lotus feet! When will I attain even a dust particle of her eternal loving service? In this way I will surely become especially dear to You. This is the most cherished aspiration of my heart! In reality, I have no other. Understanding this, You will always arrange what is best for me. That is my firm conviction.
He Praneshvari! After some time, all of the sakhis will then gradually arrive from their various kunjas, having in their own ways satisfied the Lord of their honeyed hearts. While either shyly smiling or overtly scowling, endeavoring to cover the many symbolic inscriptions of Cupid upon their enchanting loveliness, they will delight You and beloved Shyama with an exchange of many joking words indirectly insinuating the depths of their intimacy with Him! Meanwhile, playfully preoccupied Shyama will suddenly remember . . . and reaching to check His cummerbund and looking here and there, He will discover the absence of His . . . “Whe . . . Where is My . . . When did My . . . Who . . . Who stole My flute?!”
I will inwardly delight to see His nonplussed astonishment at that time.
He Radhe! In a demanding mode, Shyama will search here and there, leaving no gopi unturned until He notices me fearfully glancing toward You for protection!
“I . . . I . . . I didn’t take it! I swear to God, I didn’t!” “Well, who took it then?!”
“O Shyamasundara! I’m just an insignificant maidservant who has no separate interest than the interest of my mistresses! Why do You think the peerless Housewives of Vraja would want to steal Your useless, old fault-filled flute anyway? We wouldn’t condescend to even look askance at Your flute! Even if we were sneak thieves, as You surmise, do You think there are no better things to steal in this forest than Your inconsiderate, degenerate, hypocritical and shameless ol’ flute? O ravager of innocent women! Rupa Manjari is right! It was most probably You who purposely stole Your own flute, just to have an excuse to give us all unlimited trouble! That’s precisely what I think too!”
“Sure, I believe you! You can say whatever you like, but don’t think I‘m such a fool that I couldn’t notice Your fascinating fearful countenance!” Saying this, Shyama, playing the part of a police inspector, will mercilessly arrest me in His snake-noose- like arms! As He relentlessly frisks every nook and cranny of my helpless, horripilating person, I will revel in the enchantment of Your beaming smile.
At that interval, Lalita will “Crack!” break the flute and “Splash!” throw it in the kunda, exhorting, “Aré Mr. Womanizing Policeman! There is no use wasting time looking for Your wanton flute in that way. She who actually inspires all of these blissful pastimes challenges You to a water war within the nectar waters of Her limitlessly enchanting lake. If You can valiantly conquer the irresistible kingdom of Her unfathomable beauty and skill in conjugal affairs as She sports amidst Her lotus-like lady friends within the blissful waters of Her lotus- filled kunda, only then will we consider the purpose of the flute and all Your gallant aggressions to have been served!”
Hearing these daring words of Shrimati Lalita Devi and considering them reasonable, beloved Shyama will relinquish His previous pursuits and nobly accept the challenge. He will then cheerfully proceed along with You and all the sakhis to the ornately bejeweled banks of Your incomparable liquid-prema- filled Radha-kunda. He Radhe! When will that happy day come when, by some unimaginable good fortune, I will be so blessed to have even the slightest opportunity to serve Your splashingly exuberant Radha-kunda water-warring pastimes? After helping You and some of Your priya-sakhis prepare for battle, I will blissfully stand with a few of my friends on the steps of a gorgeously engraved sapphire bathing ghata. There we will clearly witness the unsurpassed delight of Your beloved Shyama as He enters the crystal-clear waters like an unruly elephant encircled by His elated she-elephant gopi love-mates. The rippling reflections of the glowing gopis’ goldenness will mingle with the reflected bluishness of resplendent Shyama, generating within the water’s waves a mezmerising emerald greenness to immerse the minds of all the onlooking gopis at the water’s edge.
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