Gatim Drstva Yasya Pramada

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Song Name: Gatim Drstva Yasya Pramada

Official Name: Sri Gauranga Stava Kalpa Vrksa

Author: Raghunatha Dasa Goswami

Book Name: Stavavali

Language: Sanskrit

 

LYRICS:

(1)

gatiḿ dṛṣṭvā yasya pramada-gaja-varye ‘khila-janā

mukhaḿ ca śrī-candropari dadhati thūtkāra-nivaham

sva-kāntyā yaḥ svarṇācalam adharayac chīdhu ca vacas-

tarańgair gaurāńgo hṛdaya udayan mām madayati

 

(2)

alańkṛtyātmānāḿ nava-vividha-ratnair iva valad-

vivarṇatva-stambhāsphuṭa-vacana-kampāśru-pulakaiḥ

hasan svidyan nṛtyan śiti-giri-pater nirbhara-mude

puraḥ śrī-gaurāńgo hṛdaya udayan māḿ madayati

 

(3)

rasollāsais tiryag-gatibhir abhito vāribhir alaḿ

dṛśoḥ siñcal lokān aruṇa-jala-yantratva-mitayoḥ

mudā dantair daṣṭvā madhuram adharaḿ kampa-calitair

naṭan śrī-gaurāńgo hṛdaya udayan māḿ madayati

 

(4)

kvacin miśrāvāse vraja-pati-sutasyoru-virahāt

ślathāt chrī-sandhitvād dadhad adhika-dairghyaḿ bhuja-padoḥ-

luṭhan bhūmau kākvā vikala-vikalaḿ gadgada-vacā

rudan śrī-gaurāńgo hṛdaya udayan māḿ madayati

 

(5)

anudghāṭya dvāra-trayam uru ca bhitti-trayam aho

vilańghyoccaiḥ kālińgika-surabhi-madhye nipatitaḥ

tanūdyat-sańkocāt kamaṭha iva kṛṣṇoru-virahād

virājan gaurāńgo hṛdaya udayan māḿ madayati

 

(6)

svakīyasya prāṇārbuda-sadṛśa-goṣṭhasya virahāt

pralāpaṇ unmādāt satatam ati kurvan vikala-dhīḥ

dadhad bhittau śaśvad vadana-vidhu-gharṣeṇa rudhiraḿ

kṣātotthaḿ gaurāńgo hṛdaya udayan māḿ madayati

 

(7)

kva me kāntaḥ kṛṣṇas tvaritam iha taḿ lokaya sakhe

tvam eveti dvārādhipam abhivadann unmada iva

drutaḿ gaccha draṣṭuḿ priyam iti tad-uktena dhṛta-tad-

bhujāntar gaurāńgo hṛdaya udayan māḿ

 

(8)

samīpe nīlādreś caṭaka-giri-rājasya kalanād

aye goṣṭhe govardhana-giri-patiḿ lokitum itaḥ

vrajann asmīty uktvā pramada iva dhāvann avadhṛto

gaṇaiḥ svair gaurāńgo hṛdaya udayan māḿ madayati

 

(9)

alaḿ dolā-khelā-mahasi vara-tan-maṇḍapa-tale

svarūpeṇa svenāpara-nija-gaṇenāpi militaḥ

svayaḿ kurvan nāmnām ati-madhura-gānaḿ murabhidaḥ

sa-rańgo gaurāńgo hṛdaya udayan māḿ madayati

 

(10)

dayaḿ yo govinde garuḍa iva lakṣmī-patir alaḿ

purī-deve bhaktiḿ ya iva guru-varye yaduvaraḥ

svarūpe yaḥ snehaḿ giridhara iva śrīla-subale

vidhatte gaurāńgo hṛdaya udayan māḿ madayati

 

(11)

mahā-sampad-dāvād api patitam uddhṛtya kṛpayā

svarūpe yaḥ svīye kujanam api māḿ nyasya muditaḥ

uro-guñjā-hāraḿ priyam api ca govardhana-śilaḿ

dadau me gaurāńgo hṛdaya udayan māḿ madayati

 

(12)

iti śrī-gaurāńgodgata-vividha-sad-bhāva-kusuma-

prabhā-bhrājat-padyāvali-lalita-śākhaḿ sura-tarum

muhur yo ’ti-śraddhauṣadhi-vara-balat-pāṭha-salilair

alaḿ siñced vindet sarasa-guru-tal-lokana-phalam

 

TRANSLATION

Whoever sees His gait and beautiful face enthusiastically spits on the grace of the most graceful elephant in rut and on the beauty of the moon. His complexion makes Him resemble a splendid golden mountain, and His words come from His lips like waves of nectar. That golden-limbed Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu rises within my heart and maddens me.

 

As He danced before the Ratha-yatra chariot, Caitanya Mahaprabhu pleased Lord Jagannatha by decorating Himself with the nine jewels of the sattvika-bhava ecstasies, namely paleness, becoming stunned, stuttering, trembling, shedding tears, horripilation, laughing, perspiring, and dancing. That golden-limbed Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu rises within my heart and maddens me.

 

Trembling as He danced before Lord JagannathaÂ’s chariot, Lord Caitanya staggered about in ecstasy, sprinkling everyone with water from the reddish syringes of His eyes and joyfully biting His charming lips with His teeth. That golden-limbed Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu rises within my heart and maddens me.

 

Sometimes Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu would go to the house of Kasi Misra. There He would be greatly aggrieved, feeling separation from Krsna. The joints of His transcendental body would slacken, and His arms and legs would become elongated. Rolling on the ground, the Lord would cry out in distress in a faltering voice and weep very sorrowfully. The appearance of Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu, awakening in my heart, maddens me.*

 

How wonderful it is! Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu left His residence without opening the three strongly bolted doors. Then He crossed over three high walls, and later, because of strong feelings of separation from Krsna, He fell down amidst the cows of the Tailanga district and retracted all the limbs of His body like a tortoise. Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu, who appeared in that way, rises in my heart and maddens me. *

 

Because of separation from His many friends in Vrndavana, who were like His own life, Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu spoke like a madman. His intelligence was transformed. Day and night He rubbed His moonlike face against the walls, and blood flowed from the injuries. May that Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu rise in my heart and make me mad with love.*

 

“My dear friend the doorkeeper, where is Krsna, the Lord of My heart? Kindly show Him to Me quickly.” With these words Lord Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu addressed the doorkeeper like a madman. The doorkeeper grasped His hand and replied very hastily, “Come, see Your beloved!” May that Lord Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu rise within my heart and thus make me mad also.*

 

Near Jagannatha Puri was a great sand dune known as Cataka-parvata. Seeing that hill, Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu said, “Oh, I shall go to the land of Vraja to see Govardhana Hill.” Then He began running madly to it, and all the Vaisnavas ran after Him. This scene awakens in my heart and maddens me.*

 

During Dola-yatra, the swing festival of Sri Sri Radha and Krsna, Lord Caitanya stayed under a charming pavilion and sweetly and jubilantly sang the holy names in the company of Svarupa Damodara and His other intimate devotees. That golden-limbed Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu rises within my heart and maddens me.

 

Lord Caitanya was as kind to Govinda dasa as Lord Narayana is to Garuda. He was as devoted to Isvara Puri as Lord Krsna was to His guru, Sandipani Muni, the best of acaryas. And He was as affectionate toward Svarupa Damodara Gosvami as Lord Giridhari was toward Subala. That golden-limbed Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu rises within my heart and maddens me.

 

Although I am a fallen soul, the lowest of men, Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu delivered me from the blazing forest fire of great material opulence by His mercy. He handed me over in great pleasure to Svarupa Damodara, His personal associate. The Lord also gave me the garland of gunja that He wore on His chest and a stone from Govardhana Hill, although they were very dear to Him. That same Lord Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu awakens within my heart and makes me mad after Him.*

 

This poem is like a celestial desire tree whose charming branches are its verses. Those branches appear very splendid because of the blossoming flowers of variegated expressions of ecstatic love for Lord Gauranga that grow there. If a person regularly waters this tree with lots of the water of careful and pure reading mixed with the powerful plant food of great faith, he will certainly be able to taste that tree’s heavy, nectarean fruit—the personal audience of Lord Gauranga.

 

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UPDATED: June 26, 2009