His large eyes cast compassionate glances all around. It captivates the heart and soul of the Vrajadevis.
During Purva-râg, Srimati Râdhârâni told a sakhi –
Can't get enough of these, can we?
“Why did I look at Shyâm? I lost track of day and night, and died thinking of Him.
He is a great Nâgar and is repose of excellences – yes, He is my precious Nâgar Kâliya. With His suggestive gaze and stylish speech, He busted the barrage of my self-control.
Every moment my heart becomes anxious for Shyâm – His magic is terrible. I don’t know in which inauspicious moment I looked at Him, now even if I want to discard Him I cannot.
Now what will happen to my dharma? Of course, I cannot stop the fruits of my bad karma; this is what I truly feel. I have complete faith in poet Shekhar Roy’s advice – this is the reason I am tolerating so much.”
Srila Gyâna dâs has written about Sri Krishna’s glance –
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Sri Krishna’s glance |
“O Shyâm, You stole my heart with the corner of Your eyes, stole my eyes with Your beauty and my heart floated along with the waves of Your youth.
Shoi, what a nâgar is Kâlâ. I realized to the core of my heart that I have lost my dharma, caste, creed and honour.
His swift glance, swinging gait and floating laughter are all the ruining factors. When the breeze touches Him, it becomes ecstatic and starts showering His fragrance as if it were hailstones.
As it is, His body is a playground for ras. On top of this, He is dressed in all the possible finery. Poet Gyâna dâs says – how can one pass the time after beholding gorgeous beauty such as this?”
“May Sri Krishna’s eyes – that are extremely large, shapely, artistic, with pink corners, luxuriant, with thick and restless eyelashes, youthful, attractive to the young maidens, and gracefully playing in the arrogance of youth – reveal constantly in my heart.
– (G.L.16.101)
“When Sri Krishna raises and lowers His gaze in love dalliance, white, red and black brilliance spread from His eyes and countless waves arise from the Ocean of Milk. Torrential ras of beauty shower from a myriad of red lotuses and innumerable honeybees hum around in inebriated state.”
(contd…..)