Abhista Sucanam

May the wild, unruly horse of my heart, full of longing, stay with Sri Rupa, the cintamani-jewel horse whose mighty rider is the desire to serve the beloved of the prince of the cowherd village.

By whose effort my mind, fixed on tranquillity, self-control, and discrimination of the soul, became unwavering and absorbed in spiritual matters -- that same mind now, having gained the nectar of Rupa Gosvami's compassionate smiling glance, is intoxicated by the pastimes of Hari.

O does who sport in the secluded forest, you alone are supremely fortunate, for with your eyes you always drink Krishna's face; but I, a wretched dog, though living in Vraja, wander about only to fill my belly and never see him even for an instant. Alas, I am ruined!

O friend, when the lord and lady of Vraja have attained their meeting within the bower through the many efforts for their union that blossomed in my mind, then, at the time of offering them betel, tell them of me and engage me in your own service.

O friend, do I behold Radha being tended by all of you -- her body grown languid and heavy from the intense exertion of passionate love-play, her cheeks moist with beads of perspiration, her form resting against the broad chest of Vraja's prince?

May Krishna, the moon, lord of the herbs, protect me -- he who tirelessly dispels the dense darkness of the demon race, who showers the nectar of love upon his own people, who are like cakora birds, and whose cooling rays refresh the flower-clusters that are the breasts of Radha, the blossoming vine of the white water-lily.

At what auspicious hour, ah, shall I directly see Madhava's graceful dance with Radha in the nectar-filled rasa dance, their great playful quarrel over the yogurt-toll at the foot of the mountain, and, among the sakhis, the waves of witty jest raised by the breeze of Cupid?

After the lord of the cowherds, in fear and joy, has offered a hundred blessings before Rohini, and the queen of Vraja, tearful and afraid, has again and again entrusted Him to Lord Nrisimha, to Balarama the plough-bearer and to His band of friends, He goes off with the cows, watched with proud affection by the crowds of Vraja's people and with admiration by Radhika and His other beloveds. May that ever-fresh cowherd boy protect me.

"Who is this Vraja damsel, O friend, unseen yet seeming already seen? From where has this matchless one come here to worship you -- from Madhu-puri? Let this unprecedented girl enjoy with the unprecedented Hari!" Hearing such teasing words from Radha, Krishna, whose disguise as a young girl had been recognised, smiled.

O my tongue tormented by hunger, make the charming, ever-new, beautiful nectar-drink of the name "Radha" and the sweet, wondrous, thick milk of the name "Krishna" delightful with the fragrant ice of love, and then drink it at every moment.

O moonlike Chaitanya, having opened wide the night-lotus of my heart, make it delightful with the sportive bees of remembrance of you; and having dispelled the dense darkness of offence, O merciful one, give this wretched one to drink the nectar of your lotus feet.

With the sweet notes of cuckoos and the humming song of bees for music, in the joyous, incomparable inner chamber of a flowering bower, in the assembly hall of Cupid, I shall fan the tired, dancing young divine couple of Vraja as they perform.

By the power of serving the dust fallen from his lotus feet, I, even in hardship, live always beside Radha's lake near the king of mountains, and, sheltered by his dear associates, I loudly sing and hear the names of Radha and Mukunda, which surpass nectar. May that glorious Sri Rupa protect me again.