सञ्चरदधरसुधामधुरध्वनि मुखरितमोहनवंशं
चलितदृगञ्चल चञ्चलमौलिकपोलविलोलवतंसं।
रासे हरिरिह विहितविलासं स्मरति मनो मम कृतपरिहासं॥
जयदेव विरचितं अष्टपदी ५--१
sañcaradadharasudhāmadhuradhvani mukharitamohanavaṁśaṁ
calitadṛgañcala cañcalamaulikapolavilolavataṁsaṁ|
rāse haririha vihitavilāsaṁ smarati mano mama kṛtaparihāsaṁ||
jayadeva viracitaṁ aṣṭapadi 5--1
With sweet vibrating lips He is playing that divine flute which gives
out music more tasty than the ambrosia...
He brings out those enticing
looks in His eyes which are binding all around Him in a mesmeric spell,
the attractive dark hair and the earrings touching His reddish blue cheeks
also are moving to the rhythm..
and in His rasa lila, that naughty Hari
is attracting my mind to Him against my own instincts..
and that smile
which though sarcastic is prompting me to go beyond all limits to love
Him...
my dear friend, please advice me if there is any way I will not fall like an
intoxicated person to the enchanting love of that tricky debauch..
Hari..
so says Radha
