Sakhi Dam Patyor Anayor Yugalam
Volume 2 Chapter 36 Verse 113
(Refrain) sakhi dam- patyor anayor
yugalam kurute kim api ca na smṛti-yugalam
Refrain: Friend, you do not remember anything of the Divine Couple.
kairaviṇī-kulam alir iha visṛjati
tad api vihāram ́ kam ́ vā na sṛjati
At night a bumblebee leaves the lotus flowers. He will not play among them.
visinī-kulam atha diśi diśi vilasati
tad api ca natarāṁ bahir anu vikasati
In the daytime the lotus flowers are splendid in every direction, but at night they close their petals. They refuse to follow the example of the glittering stars.
dinakara-sārathir udayam ́ gacchati
tatra ca nayanam ́ nāṇv api yacchati
The sun-god's charioteer, the dawn, has now come. Still, the lotus flowers will not open their eyes even slightly to see him.
tārāvalir atha rucim utkalayati
etat punar iha tam ucchalayati
Now the stars renounce their splendors. Now the Divine Couple splendidly appears berfore us.
vīnām ́ tatir api kalam ākalayati
tad api ca maunaṁ nitarāṁ valayati
Giving up their silence, the birds sing.
dadhi-mathanam ́ vraja-nilaye ninadati
ākāritam api tad idaṁ na vadati
The village of Vraja is filled with sounds of yogurt being churned. Still, no one tells anything about the Divine Couple's pastimes.
udgānād api tad idam ́ kavir api
bahir upalabhyaṁ na nayati ravir api
The poet sings in a loud voice. The sun does not bring him to sing about anything else.
Translation
Refrain: Friend, you do not remember anything of the Divine Couple.
At night a bumblebee leaves the lotus flowers. He will not play among them.
In the daytime the lotus flowers are splendid in every direction, but at night they close their petals. They refuse to follow the example of the glittering stars.
The sun-god's charioteer, the dawn, has now come. Still, the lotus flowers will not open their eyes even slightly to see him.
Now the stars renounce their splendors. Now the Divine Couple splendidly appears berfore us.
Giving up their silence, the birds sing.
The village of Vraja is filled with sounds of yogurt being churned. Still, no one tells anything about the Divine Couple's pastimes.
The poet sings in a loud voice. The sun does not bring him to sing about anything else.