Sri Prema Sudha Sattrakhya Sri Vrndavanesvari Namastottara Sata Nama Stotra

Perceiving Radha, distressed with longing and struggling to restrain her very mind, the learned Tungavidya spoke these words:

"Release your jealous pride, O lovely one, and listen closely to my words, those which, long ago, were given to Kandarpa-sundari when her heart, too, was full of longing."

"Those names, taught by the Lord himself for the attainment of your companionship, understanding his hints, Vrinda-devi has today, through Sindura, conveyed."

"Having written them down, he gave them, O sakhi, he, the truest friend of your life, afflicted by separation, endures only by chanting these your names."

Radha; Mistress of Krishna's forest; the Madhavi-blossom of Mukunda's sweetness; foremost among Govinda's beloveds; Queen of Vrindavana —

Crest-jewel crowning the whole universe; presiding goddess of the month of Kartika; dear companion of Damodara; Radhika; daughter of Vrsabhanu —

Knower of the depths of devotion to Bhanu; young daughter of Vrsabhanu; the very life of grandmother Mukhara's line; she who bestows glory upon mother Kirtida —

Creator of the ocean of love for Krishna; tenderly cherished within Acyuta's family; the life of the whole circle of sakhis; dearer than life itself to Lalita —

The whole treasure of Visakha's life; richly steeped in the nectar of compassion; the vessel of Paurnamasi's abundant love; she in whom Subala delights —

Empress of Krsna the sovereign king; she who sports in the forest of Vrinda; renowned for her friendship with Visakha; fondly cherished by Lalita's love —

Ever youthful; she who delights with the young prince of the cowherd folk; who, to teach Govinda the art of love, gracefully bends in dance —

Revealer of the great glory of the dance on Prabodhini night; radiant as moonlight in her every movement; purifier of the whole family of Gandharvas —

She whose very birth adorned and exalted the lofty house of Vrsabhanu; immersed in the discipline of graceful dance; the very cause of the rasa dance and all such pastimes —

Foremost in bringing forth the festival of the rasa dance; led by Krsna to a secluded place; her braid tied by Govinda's own hands; her locks adorned by Krishna himself —

She whose lotus eyes are famed throughout the cowherd settlement; greatly delighted by Vrnda-devi's glory; she who satisfied the sage Durvasa with food; Gandharva, celebrated even in the Vedic scriptures —

Gandharvika, who astonished young Acyuta with her own mastery of music; beloved of him who vanquished Sankhacuda; the crest-garland at the very summit of the gopis —

Fair and lovely with the golden hue of gorocana; her garment shining like Garuda's plumage; the tip of her beautiful braid gleaming like a many-colored silken whisk —

The beauty of her face conquers the lotus and the moon, and by it even Mura's conqueror is held captive; her glance astonishes the cakora bird, and her eyes steal away the very heart of Hari —

Her curving eyebrow trembles like the serpent Kaliya subdued by Krishna; upon the tip of her nose rests a pearl, delicate as a clove-blossom —

Her charming lips, red as the bandhuka flower, draw Madhusudana to her; her teeth outshine the whiteness of a mountain peak; she is the beloved of him who lifted the king of mountains —

Adorned with jeweled earrings swinging against the roundness of her cheeks; her yellow garment so vivid it draws even a parrot's gaze; her full, round breasts like flawless pomegranates —

Her hips encircled with tinkling jeweled bells; the radiance of her feet puts even the land-lotus to shame —

For whose delight, in jest during the slaying of Aristasura, a lake was fashioned; Govinda himself is maddened by her fragrance; she bears the marks of union with Madhava —

The glory of the bowers along the Yamuna's banks; the ornament of the Bhandira region; ever steadfast in Nandisvara; she who delights in the caves of Govardhana —

The fish of her mind, though supreme in rasa, is hooked by the fishing-line of his flute; at its sound, distressed, the very knot of her waist-cloth comes loose —

The darting fish before Mukunda's eyes; the long nectar-lake of his sporting; within the bowers of her own kunda, ever maddened with the exalted rasa of divine love —

The bird of her composure takes flight, startled by the crescent bow of Krsna's brow; she who rocks Acyuta upon the swing set in the nectar-ocean of loving passion —

The ocean of amorous passion within her swells like the tide beneath the moon that is the prince of Vraja; her bodice torn away by Krsna, eager for the battle of love —

Kesava, wildly playful, teased and struck by her lotus in sport; she who traces a streak, bright as green haritala stone, upon Hari's chest —

For whom Madhava's lap becomes her couch and Krsna's arm her pillow; made shy by the knowing smiles of her sakhis, who guess the particulars of that amorous sport —

Eager to sing Hari's praises before her sakhis, recounting their secret sport; Vaijayanti, skilled in the arts; adept in the craft of weaving forest garlands —

Supreme mistress in the wondrous art of painting with mineral colors; the foremost teacher of artful refinement; adorned throughout with lovely cleverness —

The rippling river of the nectar of unparalleled good fortune; charming both in innocent shyness and in bold assurance; adorned with the traits of heroines both composed and overwhelmed by passion —

Wrapped in a dark veil, wearing silent anklets that make no sound; preparing the bower's abode and watching eagerly for Madhava's arrival —

In whom intense longing has arisen, her mind despondent in separation; who teasingly reproaches Krsna in the morning, casting jealous sidelong glances at Candravali —

The high-spirited one, who will not even listen to Krsna's piteous, pleading words; who rejects Hari even as he flatters her, yet is afterward distressed by the remorse that follows —

Ever eager to behold Krsna, yet proud and wary before Lalita's teasing; the pain of separation dispelled and her heart delighted by a message from Hari —

Adorned by the fact that the lotus-eyed Lord submits even to her few, soft, intoxicated words; who bewilders him with the playful arch of her brows and snatches the flute from his very fingertips —

The matchless ground of fortune for tasting the incomparable sweetness of Acyuta; who sleeps, worn out from their amorous contest; who steals away all of Hari's sorrow —

Who teases Krsna, the enemy of Kamsa, when, having lost at dice, he begs for his flute back; to whom he is dearer than a hundred million of her own lives; whose devotion to the very nails of Krsna's feet never wavers —

Thus, having drunk in her sakhi's words, Radha, her body thrilling with ecstasy, went, under some pretext, to the bower-abode of Padmanabha.

Whoever devotedly recites these one hundred and eight names of Radha, known as "the Alms-House of the Nectar of Love," shall taste the very nectar of divine love.