Dhala Dhala Kanca Angera Labhani
Song 19
ḍhala ḍhala kāñcā aṅgera lābaṇī abanī bahiyā yāya
īṣat hāsirataraṅga-hillole madana mūrachā pāya
His glorious youthful handsomeness was beyond anything in this world. The splashing waves of his gentle smile would make even Kamadeva faint in bliss.
kibā se nāgaraki khene dekhinu dhairaya rahala dūre
nirabadhi mora cita beyākula kena bā sadā-i jhure
Who was that handsome boy? What happened to me when I saw Him? My peaceful composure fled far away. Now my heart is always agitated. Why do I always weep?
hāsiyā hāsityāaṅga dolā-iyā nāciyā nāciyā yāya
nayāna katākṣe biṣama biśikhe parāṇa bindhita dhāya
Smiling and smiling, and His limbs swaying to and fro, He danced and danced as He walked. From the corner of His eye He shot a fearsome sharp arrow, an arrow that pierced my life's breath.
mālatī phuleramālāṭi gale hiyāra mājhare dole
uḍiyā paḍiyāmātala bhramara ghuriyā ghuriyā bule
Hanging from His neck, a jasmine garland swayed to and fro on His chest. Rising and falling, intoxicated black bees flew around and around its flowers.
kapāle candanaphoṭāra chaṭā lāgila hiyāra mājhe nā
jāni ki byādhimarame bādhala nā kahi lokera lāje
Sandal-paste tilaka glistened on His forehead and chest. Why am I now so agitated? I do not know. My heart is wounded. Afraid of the people's gossip, I do not tell anyone.
emana kaṭhinanārīra parāṇa bāhira nāhika haya
nā jāni ki jāni haye parimāṇa dāsa gobinde kaya
The women and girls all have hard hearts. That is why I do not even go outside. Govinda dasa says: Who knows why this girl has become so changed? I do not know.
Translation
His glorious youthful handsomeness was beyond anything in this world. The splashing waves of his gentle smile would make even Kamadeva faint in bliss.
Who was that handsome boy? What happened to me when I saw Him? My peaceful composure fled far away. Now my heart is always agitated. Why do I always weep?
Smiling and smiling, and His limbs swaying to and fro, He danced and danced as He walked. From the corner of His eye He shot a fearsome sharp arrow, an arrow that pierced my life's breath.
Hanging from His neck, a jasmine garland swayed to and fro on His chest. Rising and falling, intoxicated black bees flew around and around its flowers.
Sandal-paste tilaka glistened on His forehead and chest. Why am I now so agitated? I do not know. My heart is wounded. Afraid of the people's gossip, I do not tell anyone.
The women and girls all have hard hearts. That is why I do not even go outside. Govinda dasa says: Who knows why this girl has become so changed? I do not know.
Notes
This is sung in Raga Sri.