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Sri R\u0101dh\u0101 \u00a0has reached the zenith of viraha – now She can wait no more – She calls out piteously to Death –<\/p>\n
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O Death, you are just like my Shy\u0101m<\/p>\n
You too are dark like the clouds,<\/p>\n
And your hair is dense like the clouds, just like His.<\/p>\n
To me, your blood red hands and lips appear beautiful [1]<\/sup><\/a><\/p>\n For,<\/p>\n They remind me of His lotus-like rosy hands and sweet lips.<\/p>\n In fact, I prefer you to Him since you put an end to burning (=suffering)<\/p>\n While His touch only increases the scorching fire of passion.<\/p>\n Your lap is compassionate, for it soothes the one whom you embrace.<\/p>\n O Mrityu (Death), please grace me with amritam (nectar or immortality).<\/p>\n The sakhis (to each other) \u2013<\/p>\n Ohh ! Just look at R\u0101dh\u0101\u2019s eyes and body ! How feverish they are !<\/p>\n And how Her eyes are shedding torrential tears ! (What will happen now?)<\/p>\n Sri R\u0101dh\u0101 continues to lament \u2013<\/p>\n O Death, you are my M\u0101dhav, you are verily my Beloved.<\/p>\n Please put an end to all my suffering.<\/p>\n O death, please come, do come.<\/p>\n Please take me in your arms and close my eyelids forever.<\/p>\n Place me on your lap, and let me cry to my heart\u2019s content.<\/p>\n Thus let eternal sleep take over my entire body.<\/p>\n O Death, promise me, that at least you will not forget me (like Him),<\/p>\n And you will not forsake me.<\/p>\n Tell me, O Death, that you will never break Radha\u2019s heart,<\/p>\n And that you will always keep my bosom on yours \u2013 everyday every moment.<\/p>\n I know you will keep your promise, for you are extraordinary loving.<\/p>\n The poet \u2013<\/p>\n Bh\u0101nu says, Dear Radhe, fie! Fie on You!<\/p>\n How fickle is Your heart!<\/p>\n Is not life more precious than death?<\/p>\n (It could also mean \u2013 Is not Your \u2018Precious One\u2019 (Shy\u0101m) more beloved to you than Death?)<\/p>\n Please do consider my advice in peace.<\/p>\n The Original<\/span><\/p>\n Sri R\u0101dh\u0101 –<\/p>\n marana re, tuhun mama shy\u0101ma sam\u0101n<\/p>\n megha-varana tujha, megha jat\u0101-juta<\/p>\n rakta-kamala-kara rakta-adhara-puta<\/p>\n t\u0101pa vimochana karuna kora tava<\/p>\n mrityu amrita kari d\u0101n.<\/p>\n tuhun mama shy\u0101ma sam\u0101n.<\/p>\n sakhis \u2013<\/p>\n \u0101nkh la radha rijhayati jara jara<\/p>\n jhara-e nayana tava anukhana jhara jhara<\/p>\n Sri R\u0101dh\u0101\u00a0 –<\/p>\n tuhun mama m\u0101dhava tuhun mama dosara<\/p>\n tuhun mama t\u0101pa ghuch\u0101o<\/p>\n marana, tum \u0101o re \u0101o.<\/p>\n bhuja-p\u0101sha tava laha sambodha-i<\/p>\n \u0101nkhi p\u0101ta majhu deha tu rodha-i<\/p>\n kora upara tujha roda-i roda-i<\/p>\n neenda bhara aba saba deha.<\/p>\n tuhun nahin visarabi, tuhun nahin chhorabi<\/p>\n r\u0101dh\u0101 hridayako kabahun na torabi<\/p>\n hiya hiya r\u0101khabi anudina anukhana<\/p>\n atulana tonh\u0101ri leha.<\/p>\n The poet \u2013<\/p>\n bh\u0101nu bhane ayi r\u0101dh\u0101 chhiye chhiye<\/p>\n chanchala chitta tonh\u0101ri<\/p>\n jeevana-vallabha marana adhika su<\/p>\n aba tuhun dekha vich\u0101ri.<\/p>\n [1]<\/sup><\/a> Although in reality death looks black and grotesque, Sri R\u0101dh\u0101 is likening him to Sri Krishna, Ishwari\u2019s Sri Krishna-sphuran is so deep that even the fearful qualities of death remind Her of Him since they remotely resemble His excellent qualities.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" He is a litterateur of international stature, and one of the most versatile geniuses that the world has witnessed. A poet, composer, musician, music director, painter on one hand, and also a philosopher and social reformer on the other \u2013 … Continue reading
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