Guest guest Posted July 26, 2007 Report Share Posted July 26, 2007 # sAhityamulO prArthanA padyAlu - 18 kriMdi SlOkamu nAku cAla priyamainadi. dInini bilvamaMgaLuDaina lIlASuka mahAkavi rachiMchenu. dInini gOviMda-mAdhava stOtramulO mAtramE gAka SrIkRshNakarNAmRtamulO kUDa cUDavaccu. dInini eMdarO anuvadiMchAru. gaMgappagAri anuvAdamunu kriMda istunnAnu. adanamugA mI aanaMdAnikai SrImati sarOjinI nAyuDu dInini aadhAramu chEsikoni vrAsina aaMgla padyamu kriMda ivvabaDinadi. vikrEtu kAmAkila gOpakanyA murAripAdArpitacittavRtti@h dadhyAdikaM mOhavaSAd avOchad gOviMda dAmOdara mAdhavEti - lIlASuka kavi, SrIkRshNakarNAmRtam (2.56), gOviMdadAmOdara stOtram (3) pAlu, perugammabOyeDu bhAma gOpi mAdhavunipaini mOhAna manasu nilipi pAlu perugani aravaka palike prEma vishNu gOviMda mAdhava kRshNa yanucu - gaMgappa, SrIkRshNastOtratrayamu vidhEyuDu - jejjAla kRshNa mOhana rAvu # " Once a cowherdess, wishing to sell curds and other milk products, had all her thoughts focussed on Krishna (the enemy of Mura). In her infatuated absent-mindedness, she cried aloud: Govinda, Damodara, Madhava! " " I carried my curds to the Mathura fair.... How softly the heifers were lowing.... [heifer = young cow] I wanted to cry, `Who will buy These curds that are white as the clouds in the sky When the breezes of Shrawan are blowing?' But my heart was so full of your beauty, Beloved, They laughed as I cried without knowing: Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! How softly the river was flowing! " I carried my pots to the Mathura tide.... How gaily the rowers were rowing!... My comrades called, `Ho! let us dance, let us sing And wear saffron garments to welcome the spring. And pluck the new buds that are blowing.' But my heart was so full of your music, Beloved, They mocked when I cried without knowing: Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! How gaily the river was flowing! " I carried my gifts to the Mathura shrine.... How brightly the torches were glowing!... I folded my hands at the altars to pray `O shining ones guard us by night and day'-- And loudly the conch shells were blowing. But my heart was so lost in your worship, Beloved, They were wroth when I cried without knowing: [wroth = angry] Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! Govinda! How brightly the river was flowing! " - SarOjini Naidu ______________________________\ ____ Pinpoint customers who are looking for what you sell. http://searchmarketing./ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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