Lyrics
aichana bacana kahala yaba kāna braja-ramaṇī-gaṇa sajala nayāna
ṭutāla sabahu manoratha karaṇī abanata ānane nakhe likhu dharaṇī
ākula antara gadagada kaha-i akaruṇa bacana biśikha nāhi saha-i
śuna śuna su-kapaṭa śyāmara canda kaiche kahasi tuhu iha anubandha
bhāńgahi kula-śīla muralīka-gāne kińkiṇī-gaṇa janu keśa dhari āne
aba kaha kapaṭe dharama-yuta bola dhārmika haraye kiye kumārī nicola
tohe soḿpita jība tuyā rasa pāba tuyā pada choḍi aba ko kāḿhā yāba
etahu kahata braja-yubatī mela śuni nanda-nandana haraṣita bhela
kabi parasāda tahi karaye bilāsa ānande nirakhaye gobinda-dāsa
Translation
When Lord Krishna spoke these words, tears flowed from the gopis' eyes.
The gopis' desires were all broken into pieces. The gopis bowed their heads. With their toenails they scratched the ground.
Their hearts were overcome. They spoke broken words in choked voices. They could not bear Krishna's cruel sharp words.
"Listen. Listen, O cruel dark moon Krishna. Why do You speak these words?
"Your flute music broke our saintliness into pieces. Now we are Your maidservants. It is You who hold us by the hair.
"Now You speak these crooked words of pretended dharma. How can a saintly girl remove even her cloak in front of You?
"We have given our lives to You. We yearn to taste the nectar of Your company. Where will we go if we leave Your feet?"
These words the girls of Vraja spoke. Hearing them, Lord Krishna became happy.
By the mercy of a saintly poet (Srila Sukadeva Gosvami), Govinda dasa joyfully watches these pastimes.