Gaurim Gosthanesvarim Giridhara
Navastakam
gaurīṁ goṣṭhavaneśvarīṁ giridhara-prānādhika-preyasīṁ
svīya-prāṇa-parārdha-puṣpa-paṭalī-nirmañchya-tat-paddhatim
premṇā prāna-vayasyayā lalitayā saṁlālitāṁ narmabhiḥ
siktāṁ suṣṭhu viśākhayā bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ
O heart, please worship fair-complexioned, profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who worships Lord Krsna's path with the millions of flowers of Her every breath, who is more dear to Lord Krsna than His own life, who is affectionately embraced by Her dear friend Lalita, and who is showered with a host of playful jokes by Visakha.
svīya-preṣṭha-sarovarāntika-valat-kuñjāntare saurabhot-
phullat-puṣpa-maranda-lubdha-madhupa-śreṇī-dhvani-bhrājite
mādyan-manmatha-rājya-kāryam asakṛd sambhālayantīṁ smarā-
mātya-śrī-hariṇā samaṁ bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ
O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who, by Her favorite lake, in a forest splendid with the sounds of many bees greedy to taste the honey of fragrant, blossoming flowers, discusses the charming politics of Kama's kingdom with Kama's prime minister, Lord Hari.
kṛṣṇāpaṅga-taraṅga-tuṅgitatarānaṅgāsu-raṅgām ́ giraṁ
bhaṅgyā laṅgima-saṅgare vidadhatīṁ bhaṅgaṁ nu tad-raṅgiṇaḥ
phullat-smera-sakhī-nikāya-nihita-svāśīḥ-sudhāsvādana
labdhonmāda-dhuroddhurām ́
bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ
O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, whose senses, tossed by the high waves of Lord Krsna's sidelong glance, dance in the arena of Kama, who crookedly defeats her lover in the battle of amorous passion, and who is intoxicated by drinking the sweet nectar of the benedictions presented by Her smiling friends.
jitvā pāśaka-keli-saṅgaratare nirvāda-bimbādharaṁ
smitvā dviḥ paṇitaṁ dhayaty aghahare sānanda-garvoddhure
īṣā-choṇa-dṛg-anta-koṇam udayad-romañca-kampa-smitaṁ
nighnantīm ́ kamalena taṁ bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ
O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who when Lord Krsna defeated Her in the dice-game and, smiling, blissful, and proud, the corners of His eyes red and the hairs of His trembling body erect, began to sip the two bimba fruit lips He won as the prize, She suddenly struck Him with a lotus flower.
aṁse nyasya karaṁ paraṁ bakaripor bāḍhaṁ susakhyonmadāṁ
paśyantīm ́ nava-kānana-śriyam imām udyad-vasantodbhavām
prītyā tatra viśākhayā kiśalayaṁ navyaṁ vikīrṇaṁ priya-
śrotre drāg dadhatīṁ mudā bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ
O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who, gazing with Visakha at the springtime beauty of the forest, resting her left hand on Krsna's shoulder, and maddened with deep friendship, with love and bliss suddenly placed a flowering twig on her beloved's ear.
mithyā-svāpam analpa-puṣpa-śayane govardhanādrer guhā-
madhye prāg dadhato harer muralikāṁ hṛtvā harantīṁ srajam
smitvā tena gṛhīta-kaṇṭha-nikaṭāṁ bhītyāpasārotsukāṁ
hastābhyām ́ damita-stanīṁ
bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ
O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who, in the midst of a cave in Govardhana Hill, on a great bed made of flowers, as She pretended to sleep, tried to steal Krsna's flute and garland, was stopped by Him as he smiled and grasped Her neck, and when She became frightened and eager to run away, was stopped again as He pressed Her breasts with both His hands.
tūrṇaṁ gāḥ purato vidhāya sakhibhiḥ pūrṇaṁ viśantaṁ vraje
ghūrṇad-yauvata-kāṅkṣitākṣi-naṭanaih
̣ paśyantam asyā mukham
śyāmam ́ śyāma-dṛg-anta-vibhrama-bharair āndolayantītarāṁ
padmā-mlāni-karodayām ́ bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ
O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who, when Krsna, placing the cows in front, entered Vraja with His friends, and with dancing, passionate eyes gazed at Her face, She, with many playful glances from the corners of Her eyes, made Him tremble and Her rival Padma wilt with despair.
prodyat-kānti-bhareṇa ballava-vadhū-tārāḥ parārdhāt
parāḥ kurvāṇāṁ malinaḥ sadojjvala-rase rāse lasantīr api
goṣṭhāraṇya-vareṇya-dhanya-gagane gatyānurādhāśritāṁ
govindendu-virājitām ́ bhaja mano rādhām agādhāṁ rasaiḥ
O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who is the star Anuradha shining with the Govinda moon in the opulent sky of Vraja Forest, and who with her great splendor dims the many millions of gopi stars eternally shining in the glorious rasa dance.
prītyā suṣṭhu navāṣṭakaṁ paṭu-matir bhūmau nipatya sphuṭaṁ
kākvā gadgada-nisvanena niyataṁ pūrṇaṁ paṭhed yaḥ kṛtī
ghūrṇan-matta-mukunda-bhṛṅga-vilasad-rādhā-sudhā-vallarīm
́ sevodreka-raseṇa goṣṭha-vipine premṇā sa tāṁ siñcati
An intelligent and saintly person who, falling down on the ground, with choked words again and again recites this Navastaka, with the nectar of direct service lovingly waters the splendid nectar vine of Sri Radha, the playground of the intoxicated black bee of Lord Mukunda.
Translation
O heart, please worship fair-complexioned, profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who worships Lord Krsna's path with the millions of flowers of Her every breath, who is more dear to Lord Krsna than His own life, who is affectionately embraced by Her dear friend Lalita, and who is showered with a host of playful jokes by Visakha.
O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who, by Her favorite lake, in a forest splendid with the sounds of many bees greedy to taste the honey of fragrant, blossoming flowers, discusses the charming politics of Kama's kingdom with Kama's prime minister, Lord Hari.
O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, whose senses, tossed by the high waves of Lord Krsna's sidelong glance, dance in the arena of Kama, who crookedly defeats her lover in the battle of amorous passion, and who is intoxicated by drinking the sweet nectar of the benedictions presented by Her smiling friends.
O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who when Lord Krsna defeated Her in the dice-game and, smiling, blissful, and proud, the corners of His eyes red and the hairs of His trembling body erect, began to sip the two bimba fruit lips He won as the prize, She suddenly struck Him with a lotus flower.
O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who, gazing with Visakha at the springtime beauty of the forest, resting her left hand on Krsna's shoulder, and maddened with deep friendship, with love and bliss suddenly placed a flowering twig on her beloved's ear.
O heart, please worship profoundly sweet Sri Radha, who, in the midst of a cave in Govardhana Hill, on a great bed made of flowers, as She pretended to sleep, tried to steal Krsna's flute and garland, was stopped by Him as he smiled and grasped Her neck, and when She became frightened and eager to run away, was stopped again as He pressed Her breasts with both His hands.