Heraite Syamara Canda
Song 36
(Refrain) hera-ite śyāmara-canda kore āgori
gorī-mukha mochata basana ḍhulāyata manda
(Refrain) I gazed at Him. He was like a dark moon. The doorway of His chest and the great bolts of His arms charm the most beautiful fair girls. His garments gently sway to and fro.
dinamaṇi-kiraṇa malina mukha-maṇḍala ghāme tilaka
bahi gela komala caraṇa tapata patha-bāluka ā;
pata dahana sama bhela
The dark circle of His face glistened in the sunlight. In drops of perspiration His tilaka marking ran. When He walked with delicate soft feet on the hot sandy pathway, I felt that I myself had burst into flames.
karpūra tāmbula adharahi deyala candana lepa-i aṅga
śyāmara aṅga paraśe naba nāgarī bāḍhala prema-taraṅga
Betelnuts and camphor are on His lips. With sandal paste His limbs are anointed. Any graceful girl that touches His dark limbs will find herseelf tossed to and fro by waves of prema.
kuñja-kuṭīra gharaśeja manohara madhukara śruti-dhara
bhābe gorī śyāma duhu karata
kutūhali kahatahi gobinda-dāsa
In a forest cottage He rests on a charming bed. Learned in all the scriptures, the buzzing bees chant His glories. Fair Radha and dark Krsna enjoy many blissful pastimes. So says Govinda dasa.
Translation
(Refrain) I gazed at Him. He was like a dark moon. The doorway of His chest and the great bolts of His arms charm the most beautiful fair girls. His garments gently sway to and fro.
The dark circle of His face glistened in the sunlight. In drops of perspiration His tilaka marking ran. When He walked with delicate soft feet on the hot sandy pathway, I felt that I myself had burst into flames.
Betelnuts and camphor are on His lips. With sandal paste His limbs are anointed. Any graceful girl that touches His dark limbs will find herseelf tossed to and fro by waves of prema.
In a forest cottage He rests on a charming bed. Learned in all the scriptures, the buzzing bees chant His glories. Fair Radha and dark Krsna enjoy many blissful pastimes. So says Govinda dasa.
Notes
This is sung in Raga Todi.