Cintamani Moy
Siddhi Lalasa Song 5
cintāmaṇi-maya rādhā-kuṇḍa-taṭa taha kuñja śata śata
prabāla bidruma maya taru-latā mukta-phale abanata
The banks of Sri Radha-kunda are made of billions of conscious, ecstatic desire-fulfilling touchstones, and surrounding the lake are hundreds and hundreds of beautiful transcendental gardens and groves. All the trees and creepers in those gardens are made of coral and rubies, and the fruits they produce are diamonds and pearls. And their branches are bending down to the ground due to being overburdened with millions of these lovely gems.
svānanda-sukhadā kuñja manohara tahate kuṭīra śobhe
basiya tathaya gabo kṛṣṇa nāma kabe kṛṣṇa-dasya hobe
My small cottage is shining beautifully within that most enchanting garden called Svananda-sukhada-kunja. Living there, I will sing Krsna's holy name, and I will greedily hanker for that time when I will get the service of Him and His associates.
emona samaya muralira gāna,
pasibe e dāsī-kāne ānanda matibo sakala bhulibo,
sri-kṛṣṇa-vamsira gane
At this time, while thinking like this, the songs of a transcendental flute will suddenly enter this maidservant's ear. Becoming madly excited by such a sound, I will forget everything and will only listen spellbound to those wonderful songs of Sri Krsna's flute.
radhe radhe boli murali dakibe madīya īśwari nāma
śuniya camaki uthibe e dāsī kemon koribe prāna
The low, deep sound of His long murali flute will call out, " Radhe... Radhe... " --- the very name of my only worshipable Empress and Maharani! Startled with wonder by hearing such a sound, this maidservant will then stand up in great haste with an anxious heart, wondering what to do next.
Translation
The banks of Sri Radha-kunda are made of billions of conscious, ecstatic desire-fulfilling touchstones, and surrounding the lake are hundreds and hundreds of beautiful transcendental gardens and groves. All the trees and creepers in those gardens are made of coral and rubies, and the fruits they produce are diamonds and pearls. And their branches are bending down to the ground due to being overburdened with millions of these lovely gems.
My small cottage is shining beautifully within that most enchanting garden called Svananda-sukhada-kunja. Living there, I will sing Krsna's holy name, and I will greedily hanker for that time when I will get the service of Him and His associates.
At this time, while thinking like this, the songs of a transcendental flute will suddenly enter this maidservant's ear. Becoming madly excited by such a sound, I will forget everything and will only listen spellbound to those wonderful songs of Sri Krsna's flute.
The low, deep sound of His long murali flute will call out, " Radhe... Radhe... " --- the very name of my only worshipable Empress and Maharani! Startled with wonder by hearing such a sound, this maidservant will then stand up in great haste with an anxious heart, wondering what to do next.