The Nectar of the Lotus of Love
by Raghunath Das Goswami
Radhas body is the embodiment of true love conceived in the most resplendent
cintamani gem, anointed with the sweet-smelling love of her girlfriends, and shining
with an inconceivable lustrous splendor.
She bathes in waves of the nectar of compassion, a shower of the nectar of youthfulness,
and a flood of the nectar of charming loveliness, so that the Goddess of Fortune
languorous in lassitude at her side.
Her graceful form is hidden by the silken garment of shyness, decorated with the
kunkuma of graceful beauty, and dappled with the black musk of erotic sentiments
She puts on her natural ornaments, fashioned from the best nine jewels: shivering,
tears in the eyes,horripilation,becoming stunned, perspiration, faltering of the
voice, blushing,madness and inertness.
She is garlanded with the flowers of wonderful virtues, such as her sweet-tongued
speech. She is adorned with perfumed powders smelling of her sometimes sober and
sometimes restless moods.
Her imperceptible amour-propre is concealed within the coils of her hair. Her
forehead is brightened with the tilak of her immense good fortune.
Hearing Krishna's name and qualities are the ornaments
swinging in splendor and jubilation from her ears.
The reddish color of her lips is produced from the betel nut of her obsession
The black collyrium on her eyes is the crookedness of her loving affairs. Her
body is perfumed by the camphor of her sweet smile, the joking words spilling
Within the inner apartments of her bodily fragrance is a bed of pride upon which
she sits, bemused, while wearing the restless necklace of prema-vaicittya, the
love-in-separation felt even in union.
Her breasts are concealed, bound with a bodice of wounded vanity.The sounds of
her lute, her fame and beauty, dry up the faces and hearts of her competitors
She leans with her lotus hands on the shoulder of her friend, adolescent youth
personified, just before beginning to distribute the mead of intoxicating love
herself the personification of the erotic sentiment.
Please bring back to
life this very somber nobody, who is bowing down before you with straw between
by sprinkling him with the nectar of your servitorship.
Oh Gandharvika! A truly
compassionate person will not reject even a rascal if he is surrendered to him.
Therefore please, never abandon this person who is similarly surrendered to you.
Whoever recites this hymn entitled "the nectar of the lotus of love,"
produced of her mercy, will surely attain service at her lotus feet.