Verse 64

 

 

 

Translation

 

He Who has sweet rosy lips, lovely smile, serene Amritam like speech, soothing gaze, large amorous eyes and is famous for His flute – when will I see that emerald like Kishor?64.

 

 

rila Krishnadâs Kavirâj Goswâmi says, Srimati Râdhârâni sat up like one possessed and still with Her eyes closed, She anxiously asked Her sakhis  – and Sri Lilâshuk has repeated it in this verse.

 

Srimati Râdhârâni said, “O my dear sakhis! When will I get to see That Kishor Who resembles an emerald? His rosy lips are so sweet.” Sri Krishna is the Best of kishors. The sweetness of His lips attracts and tempts the Vraja-balas who are in the sweet ras. Sriman-Mahâprabhu has lamented in Srimati Râdhârâni’s bhâv –

 

“Nâgar! Hear the characteristic of Your lips. They madden the hearts of women and attract their tongues, everything is wrong with them.

 

I am ashamed to tell You, that Your lips are very impudent indeed! Yes Sir! They attract even men and make them want to drink from there. They force them to forget everything else.

 

Leave aside the conscious, they breathe life into the unconscious – Your lips cast a spell! Your flute is but a dry piece of wood. Your lips touch it and it suddenly gains sense organs and even a mind of its own.

 

And then the flute becomes so dangerous, that in spite of being a male, it drinks from Your lips and declares it boldly to the Gopis. It shouts, “Listen O Gopis, I am gulping your treasure, and if you have a whiff of self respect in you, I dare you to get cross with me. Give up your shame, honour and fear and I shall move aside to make space for you. It is not as if I am scared of you, for I consider everyone as insignificant as a blade of grass.”

– (Sri Chaitanya-Charitâmrita. Antya.16.113-117)

 

Sri Krishna’s smile is serene and alluring. It steals everybody’s heart and soul. It creates an ocean of passion in the Gopis and makes it surge high.

 

“O Mâdhav, Your smile destroys the darkness in the hearts of Your devotees, enhances passion in the Vrajasundaris, censures the ocean of Nectar and is radiant like the moon. May it give me pleasure.”

–       (Govinda-virudâvali)

 

During purva-râg Srimati Râdhârâni said, “He plays the flute with a smile. It is radiant like the full moon and emits Nectar thereby intoxicating the whole world.” 

 

The Mahâjan said –

 

“O what beauty did I behold at the base of the (Tamâl) tree? It was none other than Kâlâ Kânu. Seeing that beauty, shoi, the truth is that I forgot to fill water in my pitcher.

 

First, it was the banks of the Kâlindi; on top of that, the base of the tree was ‘tribhanga’^[1], and then I saw Shyâm with His fresh cloud like complexion. While walking away (after filling the pitcher), I turned repeatedly to gaze at Him and I saw He was blowing into His flute with a smile.

 

I shamelessly emptied the vessel and returned to fill it again – O shoi, I forgot my honour, decency and fear. Poet Gyâna dâs says – I feel I want to worship the dust of His feet.”