Madhava Ki Kahaba Daiba Bipaka
Song 57
(Refrain) mādhaba ki kahaba daiba-bipāka patha-āgamana
kathā kata nā kahiba he yadi haya mukha lākhe lākha
(Refrain) O Krsna, how can I describe my fate? How many calamities fell on me as I walked here on the path? Even if I had millions and millions of mouths, I could not describe them all.
mandira teja yāba pada cāri ā- olu niśi heri kampita aṅga
timira duranta patha hera-i nā
pāriye pada-yuga beḍhala bhujaṅga
Leaving my house, I began walking here. When I saw night fall, my body trembled. Great darkness made the path impassable. I had no power to see anything. Snakes slithered about my feet.
eke kula-kāminī tāhe kuhu-yāminī ghora gahana ati dūra ā;
re tahe jaladhara barakhiye
jhara jhara hāma yā-oba kona pūra
I was all alone. The night was fearful. The path was very long. Then clouds rained and rained. Every place was flooded. Where could I go?
eke pada-paṅkaja paṅke bibhūṣita kaṇṭake jarajara bhela
tuyā daraśana āśe kachu nāhi
jānalu cira-dukha aba dūre gela
My lotus feet became adorned with mud. Again and again I was pricked by thorns. I yearned to see You. I didn't know where to go. Then my long sufferings fled far away.
tohāri muralī yaba śrabaṇe
prabeśala choḍalu gṛha-sukha āśa
pantha dukha tṛṇahu kari nā gaṇalu kahatahi gobinda-dāsa
The sound of Your flute-music entered my ears. Then I turned away from any wish to be happy in my home. Now I think all the troubles I met on that path to be insignificant like a blade of grass. So says Govinda dasa.
Translation
(Refrain) O Krsna, how can I describe my fate? How many calamities fell on me as I walked here on the path? Even if I had millions and millions of mouths, I could not describe them all.
Leaving my house, I began walking here. When I saw night fall, my body trembled. Great darkness made the path impassable. I had no power to see anything. Snakes slithered about my feet.
I was all alone. The night was fearful. The path was very long. Then clouds rained and rained. Every place was flooded. Where could I go?
My lotus feet became adorned with mud. Again and again I was pricked by thorns. I yearned to see You. I didn't know where to go. Then my long sufferings fled far away.
The sound of Your flute-music entered my ears. Then I turned away from any wish to be happy in my home. Now I think all the troubles I met on that path to be insignificant like a blade of grass. So says Govinda dasa.
Notes
This song is sung in Raga Dhanasri.