Verse 57

Translation

My dear friend, look there, Who is That walking slowly on the path of Gokul? He is alone and has a crown of peacock-feather; His body is as gorgeous as an emerald pillar; His face has a sweet , mesmerising smile, his eyes are full of bhâv and eagerness, His adolescent speech is soothing, and His movements are more praiseworthy than that of an intoxicated elephant! 57.

rila Krishnadâs Kavirâj Goswâmi has written that Srimati Râdhârâni is seeing in sphurti that Sri Krishna is coming to the kunja. His sweetness is increasing every moment. She inquired from Her sakhi about Him and Sri Lilâshuk has quoted Her in this verse. Sri Krishna’s sweetness is always new like flowing water. Srimad-Bhâgavatam has called it ‘anusavâbhinavam’ meaning, “To a loving devotee, Sri Krishna’s sweetness appears new every instant.” The devotee relishes His sweetness according to his love. Sri Krishna has said –

“My sweetness is always new; the devotee relishes it according to his love.” – (C.C.Âdi.8.125)

The love of the Gopis is so wonderful that this sweetness increases manifold in their presence.

“The bhâv of the Gopis is like a mirror in which Sri Krishna’s sweetness enhances each moment. This in turn increases the Gopis’ bhâv. Both compete with each other and neither accepts defeat. Their novelty crosses all limits.”

–          (C.C.Madhya.21.99)

Therefore, it is not surprising that Sri Krishna’s sweetness reach the zenith in Srimati Râdhârâni’s proximity, since She is the crest-jewel of the Gopis.

Srimati Râdhârâni told a sakhi, “Oyi sakhi, Who is He, entering the kunja-path of Sri Vrindâvan alone and slowly?” The Mahâjan has drawn a fine picture of Sri Krishna’s sweet movements of vilâs –

“Kânu, the new lover-boy of Vrindâvan is coming – His complexion is beautiful like that of the blue-lotus, sapphire, mascara and host of clouds, while peacock-feathers decorate His curly locks that surround His moon like face.

Bhâvini’s^[1] heart is full of bhâv and She has lost track of day and night. She is absorbed in His sweet smile playing on His sweet lips holding the sweet flute. His arched eyebrows cast crooked glances that fling the shame of dignified women far away!

His gait is slow and graceful like that of an elephant while His anklets tinkle softly. Crores of Love-gods will faint if they see Him – poet Govinda dâs says – all glory to You!”