vrajaM santyajyaitad yuga-virahito’pi truTim api |
punar dvArAvatyAM yadu-patim api prauDha-vibhavaiH
sphurantaM tad-vAcApi ca na hi calAmIkSitum api ||
Even if I am separated
from my beloved Lord and Lady
for an eon,
I will not abandon this land of Braj,
the site of their overflowing, unequalled play,
even for a moment.
No, I will not leave,
not even if the Lord of Dwarka,
with all his bloated opulences,
invites me himself.
I will not go
to even see what he looks like.
gatonmAdai rAdhA sphurati hariNA zliSTa-hRdayA
sphuTaM dvArAvatyAm iti yadi zRNomi zruti-taTe |
tadAhaM tatraivoddhata-mati patAmi vraja-purAt
samuDDIya svAntAdhika-gati-khagendrAd api javAt ||
But yes, should I ever get wind
that Radha has completely lost her mind
and departed for Dwarka town,
and I hear rumors that she
is clinging fast to Krishna's chest,
in less than a moment I'll make up my mind,
I'll fly from Braj to join her,
traveling faster even than Garuda,
faster than the wind,
faster than the speed of mind.
the burden of separation became so heavy
that Radha fled the confines of Braj
where even the Yamuna's black waters
had become like molten tar.
But when she came dressed in rags
to the gates of Dwarka,
the Prince could spare not even one
of his sixteen thousand forms
to see her.
That is the power of the queens,
who think such kindnesses
will help Radha find peace
And Krishna's words,
shouted from the palace tower
as Radha became tiny in the distance,
"I swear, there are only
a few more demons to destroy,
only a bit of Bhumi's burden
remains to be removed,"
fluttered like leaves to the ground
in the breezeless air.
Sanskrit verses from Raghunath Das Goswami, Svayam-sankalpa-stotram).