{"id":3458,"date":"2011-03-07T12:14:03","date_gmt":"2011-03-07T07:14:03","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/?p=3458"},"modified":"2011-03-07T12:14:03","modified_gmt":"2011-03-07T07:14:03","slug":"gour-prem-radiates-from-mahagambheera","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/kunjeshwari.com\/sweetblog\/sweet_books\/sri-bishnupriya-in-gambheera\/gour-prem-radiates-from-mahagambheera\/","title":{"rendered":"Gour-prem radiates from Mahagambheera"},"content":{"rendered":"

Gour-virahini Priy\u0101ji\u2019s face resembled the pale moon in the sky of Nadiy\u0101. She slowly bent her face and seriously remarked in a tear-choked voice \u2013 \u201cBut sakhi, this is not truly a Gour-glorification! By adding the name of this wretched being you have spoilt the sweetness of this beautiful Gour-song. You have wished for the impossible! You know it can never happen! Yet, why do you raise this point? DO you not know that it only serves to make this unfortunate woman the butt of public mockery?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Saying this Gour-vallabh\u0101 started sobbing helplessly. She could remain longer seated. She started rolling on the floor. Her silent cry for Gouranga smeared the dust of the home that was now devoid of Gouranga. Sakhis Kanchan\u0101 and Amit\u0101 landed in trouble. Now it would be very difficult indeed to pacify virahini Priy\u0101ji. Both looked worried.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The past memories returned. Virahini Priy\u0101ji saw in her mind\u2019s eye all the Nabadweep-pastimes of her Pr\u0101navallabh. Terrible viraha agitated her. In the sanctum sanctorum of the Mahagambheer\u0101 Mandir of Nadiy\u0101 she rolled, smeared in the dust that had become a paste with her own tears. Piteously she called out \u2013 \u201cO my dear husband! O Beloved of my soul! O Nabadweep-Chandra!\u201d The two sakhis were incapable of holding her. Although Priy\u0101ji was so thin and weak, today she seemed to have gained immense strength. Kanchan\u0101 and Amit\u0101 were astounded. They stood there stupefied. Unable to decide what to do, they started singing Gour-kirtan \u2013<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201csriman-nabadweepa-kishora-chandra!<\/span><\/p>\n

srin\u0101tha vishwambhar n\u0101 garendra !<\/span><\/p>\n

h\u0101 \u00a0sri shachinandan chitta-choura !<\/span><\/p>\n

praseeda he vishnupriyesha goura !!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Meaning \u2013 \u201cO youthful Moon of Nabadweep! O Consort of Sri! O Lord of the universe! O Chief of paramours!\u00a0 Alas! O Son of Shachi Mata! O Beloved of Bishnupriy\u0101 \u00a0\u00a0! O Gour! Be pleased with us!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The Mah\u0101gambheer\u0101 Mandir of Nadiy\u0101 that was so enveloped in silence suddenly burst into tumultuous sankirtan. Other sakhis too had come and joined in the loud glorification of Sri Gourachandra.\u00a0 That sankirtan was like a prem-river of R\u0101s-ras\u00a0\u00a0 that flooded the Mahagambheer\u0101\u00a0\u00a0 Mandir.\u00a0 That Prem-river started rushing in all directions, and its gushing waves rose high beating against all obstacles, raising a tsunami of prem-\u0101nandam in the hearts of all beings!!!\u00a0 A fountain of inexpressible hitherto inexperienced nectarine prem-ras burst forth. All moving and non-moving entities started bobbing up and down in this prem-flood. At that time the Nadiy\u0101 -n\u0101garis, surrounded Gour-vaksha-vil\u0101sini<\/span>[1]<\/span><\/span><\/a> Bishnupriy\u0101 and started singing loudly \u2013<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201c jaya shachinandan, jaya gourahari,<\/span><\/p>\n

bishnupriy\u0101 \u00a0pr\u0101 na-n\u0101 th nadiy\u0101 \u00a0vih\u0101 ri !\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Meaning \u2013 \u201cAll glory to Gourahari, the Son of Mother Shachi! All glory to the One who love-sports in Nadiy\u0101, the life and soul of Bishnupriy\u0101!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The kirtan went on for quite some time. Then virahini Priy\u0101ji controlled herself, returned to normal and sat up on her own. When she saw all her sakhis assembled there she felt shy. Sakhi Kanchan\u0101 was close by. She indicated to Kanchan\u0101 to come still closer. She engulfed Kanchan\u0101 in her arms and whispered \u2013 \u201cSakhi! Why have so many gathered here? Had I misbehaved? I don\u2019t remember anything! Ohh ! I feel so embarrassed to show my face to all the sakhis!\u201d Priy\u0101ji hid her face in her garment, placed her head in Kanchan\u0101\u2019s lap and refused to look up. Kanchan\u0101 indicated to the Nadiy\u0101 -n\u0101garis to stop the kirtan and slowly leave the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Once again silence enveloped the Mah\u0101gambheer\u0101 Mandir of Nadiy\u0101. No one spoke anything. Two and half hours of night had passed. It was time for Priy\u0101ji\u2019s most confidential Bhajan. Sakhi Kanchan\u0101 broke the silence with the continuation of the previous song, but this time in a slightly different mood \u2013<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cbishnupriy\u0101 \u00a0ballabh he !<\/span><\/p>\n

k\u0101 nd\u0101 te priy\u0101 r, eto s\u0101 dh keno ?<\/span><\/p>\n

bolo bolo doy\u0101 moy !<\/span><\/p>\n

\u0101 shrito jone, dukh diye eto,<\/span><\/p>\n

ki tom\u0101 r such hoy ?<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

noyone ch\u0101 ho n\u0101 , k\u0101 ndile dekhon\u0101 ,<\/span><\/p>\n

e kemon bh\u0101 lob\u0101 sh\u0101 \u00a0?<\/span><\/p>\n

morile ki hobe, j\u0101 nite ch\u0101 hin\u0101 ,<\/span><\/p>\n

(tumi tare) jeebone n\u0101 \u00a0dile \u0101 sh\u0101 .<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

(tobo) charaner tale, lut\u0101 ye lut\u0101 ye,<\/span><\/p>\n

k\u0101 nde sakhi nishidin,<\/span><\/p>\n

(ohe) deener doy\u0101 l, doy\u0101 \u00a0ki hoy n\u0101 \u00a0?<\/span><\/p>\n

dekhe dasha deena heen !<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

ekti \u0101 sh\u0101 r, koth\u0101 \u00a0ki j\u0101 non\u0101 \u00a0?<\/span><\/p>\n

(t\u0101 r) jud\u0101 ite hridi jw\u0101 l\u0101 ,<\/span><\/p>\n

ek b\u0101 r phire, ch\u0101 hiy\u0101 \u00a0dekhile,<\/span><\/p>\n

(bujhi) m\u0101 n j\u0101 be shachi b\u0101 l\u0101 .<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

tom\u0101 r dharma, tumiy j\u0101 no he,<\/span><\/p>\n

mor\u0101 a kintu moril\u0101 m,<\/span><\/p>\n

tom\u0101 r darasha lobhero \u0101 sh\u0101 y,<\/span><\/p>\n

pr\u0101 nap\u0101 t koril\u0101 m.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

dekheo dekho\u00a0 n\u0101 , doy\u0101 l th\u0101 kur,<\/span><\/p>\n

(loke)\u00a0 keno go tom\u0101 re bole ?<\/span><\/p>\n

ki doy\u0101 \u00a0dekh\u0101 le, bishnupriy\u0101 re,<\/span><\/p>\n

bolo dekhi more khule.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

abhim\u0101 ne k\u0101 ndi, kohkono b\u0101 \u00a0r\u0101 gi,<\/span><\/p>\n

koto kath\u0101 \u00a0boli tom\u0101 .<\/span><\/p>\n

(\u0101 b\u0101 r) s\u0101 dhiy\u0101 \u00a0s\u0101 dhiy\u0101 , k\u0101 ndiy\u0101 \u00a0k\u0101 ndiy\u0101 ,<\/span><\/p>\n

koto b\u0101 r ch\u0101 hi khom\u0101 \u00a0!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

doy\u0101 \u00a0koribe n\u0101 , dukh bujhibe na,<\/span><\/p>\n

ohe dukhah\u0101 ri n\u0101 th !<\/span><\/p>\n

dukhi harid\u0101 si korichhe charane,<\/span><\/p>\n

koti koti pranip\u0101t.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

(Gour-Geetik\u0101 )<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Meaning \u2013 \u201cMy dear Beloved of Bishnupriy\u0101, O Merciful One! Please tell me this much \u2013 why is it that you wish to make your Priy\u0101 cry? Does it make you happy to see your dear ones in sorrow?<\/span><\/p>\n

You do not lift your gaze at us, you do not turn to look at us even when we cry, is this called prem? I do not want to know what will happen after death; all I know is \u2013 you did not give her any happiness in this lifetime.<\/span><\/p>\n

My sakhi kept on crying and rolling in the dust of your feet. O Merciful to the fallen! You have no sympathy towards her in spite of her misery! Can you not utter a single word of consolation? Will it hurt your dignity to cast a single glance towards her, O Son of Mother Shachi?<\/span><\/p>\n

You alone know your Dharma. \u00a0Sorry, but we are not able to appreciate it, for just now we are dying. Priy\u0101 is about to give up her life in the hope of gaining your darshan.\u00a0 Although you know this, you are pretending to be ignorant. I do not why the people call you the \u201cMagnanimous God\u201d.\u00a0 What munificence did you shower on Bishnupriy\u0101? Please will you explain to me?<\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes we weep in m\u0101n, and at other times we berate you in anger. And then the next moment we cry out for forgiveness!<\/span><\/p>\n

O Master who wipes all grief! Will you not have pity? Will you not understand our sorrow? This wretched Harid\u0101si is paying you innumerable obeisance.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n


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