Sri Prema Sudha Sattrakhya Sri Vrndavanesvari Namastottara Sata Nama Stotra

Perceiving Radha, struggling to restrain her mind, tormented by longing, from giving up her jealous pride, 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, which were taught by the Lord for the attainment of your friendship, Vrinda-devi, who understands his hints, has today written out in vermilion

and given, O sakhi. He, the dearest friend of your life, afflicted by separation, finds relief by chanting these names of yours."

Radha; Mistress of Krishna's forest; the Madhavi creeper blossoming in the springtime that is Mukunda; foremost among Govinda's beloveds; Queen of Vrindavana —

She whose fame is the crest-jewel of 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, the sun-god; young daughter of Vrsabhanu; the granddaughter of Mukhara through her daughter, dear to her as life; she who bestows glory upon mother Kirtida —

A makari (she-crocodile) playing in the ocean of love for Krishna; she whom Acyuta's mother cherishes with affection; 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 who is gladdened by Subala —

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 love for Govinda, made her own expansion into a dancer —

Revealer of the great glory of the dance on Prabodhini night; she who appeared as Candrakanti; 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 —

Counted foremost in 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 Balarama and 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 lustrous as an emerald; 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 —

The serpents of her curving eyebrows make Krishna, the subduer of Kaliya, tremble; from the tip of her nose hangs a pearl like a lavali fruit —

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 full, round pomegranate-like breasts draw the yellow-clad parrot, Krishna —

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, thirsting for rasa, is pierced by the hook of his flute; distressed, she clutches at the knot of her waist-cloth, loosened by the sound of the flute —

The long nectar-lake in which the darting fish of Mukunda's eyes sport; 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 fierce 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 —

She who strikes with her toy lotus Kesava, the rake of unrestrained jests; the yellow streak of haritala on the dark gem that is 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 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 keeping up her jealous pride for fear of Lalita; 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 steals the necklace of Hari as he sleeps, worn out from their playful wrestling —

Who teases Krsna, the enemy of Kamsa, when, having lost at dice, he begs for his flute back; for whom even the tip of Krsna's toenail is dearer than a hundred million of her own lives —

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.