5 edition of Indian poetry containing The Indian song of songs, of the Gita Govinda of Jayadeva found in the catalog.
|Other titles||Mahabharata., Hitopadesa.|
|Genre||Translations into English.|
|Series||Trübner"s oriental series|
|Contributions||Jayadeva, 12th century.|
|The Physical Object|
|Number of Pages||270|
O night! On the dark orbs of her bosom— Passionately heaved— Sink and rise the warm, white pearl-strings, Oh, my love deceived! Learned and popular audiences in India and elsewhere have continued to appreciate the emotional lyricism the poem expresses in its variations on the theme of separated lover's passion. She told the joyful Yadu hero, playing to delight her heart. And thine own bliss Delays by this; The utmost of thy heaven comes only so When, with hearts beating And passionate greeting, Parting is over, and the parted grow.
Under all thy ten disguises Endless praise to thee arises. Poets are chameleon characters, however, and Jayadeva himself is reputed to have been a saintly ascetic induced to settle by marrying the temple dancer, Padmavati, and take up writing the Gita Govinda. Ruler of wave and wood! Not less was Soorj a Rajah because no crown he wore Save the grim helm of iron with sword-marks dinted o'er; Because he grasped no sceptre save the sharp tulwar, made Of steel that fell from heaven,—for 'twas Indra forged that blade! She presented a general paper on the subject at the International Sanskrit Conference in Delhi in that is scheduled for publication in the proceedings of that conference. Though thy steps are faint for pleasure, Let him hear the tattling ripple Of the bangles round thy feet; Moving slowly o'er the blossoms On the path which he has shown thee, That when he turns to listen It may make his fond heart beat.
See'st thou not, my Radha? This poem is really a kind of drama, of the ragakavya type, since it is usually acted. The temptress was too near, the heav'n too far; I can but weep because he sits and ties Garlands of fire-flowers for her loosened hair, And in its silken shadow veils his eyes And buries his fond face. And thine own bliss Delays by this; The utmost of thy heaven comes only so When, with hearts beating And passionate greeting, Parting is over, and the parted grow. Jayadeva has been honoured for several centuries at an annual festival at his birthplace, during which his poem is recited.
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Nos offres. Of sin the Putter-by! O Soul made for my joys, pure, perfect, proud! Mighty Ploughman! Her soul comes here beside thee, and tenderly and true It weaves a subtle mail of proof to ward off sin and pain; A breastplate soft as lotus-leaf, with holy tears for dew, To guard thee from the things that hurt; and then 'tis gone again To strew a blissful place with the richest buds that grace Kama's sweet world, a meeting-spot of the Gita Govinda of Jayadeva book rose and jasmine fair, For the hour when, well-contented, with a love no longer troubled, Thou shalt find the way to Radha, and finish of the Gita Govinda of Jayadeva book there.
Then the lamp is lighted, and the ghee is poured— "Soorj, we burn together: O my love, my lord! My fear is lost in love, my love in fear; This bids me trust my burning wish, and come, That checks me with its memories, drawing near: Lift up thy look, and let the thing it saith End fear with grace, or darken love to death.
So follow! Ingalls for the example of his own work and for his encouragement of this translation through the endless revisions I submitted to his attention. It seemed unreasonable to increase the size of the paperback edition with material that would be of interest only to scholars.
But Saladin, Safe back among his lords at Lebanon, Well wotting of their quest, awaited it, And held the Crescent up against the Cross, In many a doughty fight Ferrara blades Clashed with keen Damasc, many a weary month Wasted afield; but yet the Christians Won nothing nearer to Christ's sepulchre; Nay, but gave ground.
The influence of the poem on the devotional music of Bengal is analyzed in an article by Swami Prajnananada entitled "The Gitagovinda-padagana in the Background of the Padavali-kirtan of Bengal," published in the Journal of the Music Academy, Madras, 36 Portions of the poem represent one of the major subjects in medieval Rajput paintings.
The contents of selected commentaries are described as part of the evidence for the critical edition. Radha, the queen! Sound like that soft flute which made Such a magic in the shade— Calling deer-eyed maidens nigh, Waking wish and stirring sigh, Thrilling blood and melting breasts, Whispering love's divine unrests, Winning blessings to descend, Bringing earthly ills to end;— Me thou heard in this song now Thou, the great Enchantment, thou!
The poem combines the sweetness of the experiences described, the poetry itself, and the joy that devotees find in relishing Krishna through the text.
For dar'st thou feign the saffron on thy bosom Was not implanted in disloyal embrace?
In that day, lordly land was Lombardy! Wonderful Dwarf! Say that I—Radha—in my bower languish All widowed, till he find the way to me; Say that mine eyes are dim, my breast all anguish, Until with gentle murmured shame I see His steps come near, his anxious pleading face Bend for my pardoning grace.
Loosen from thy foot the bangle, Lest its golden bell, With a tiny, tattling jangle, Any false tale tell: If thou fearest that the moonlight Will thy glad face know, Draw those dark braids lower, Lady! To be—"but wherefore tarrieth he?
My own interest in the Gitagovinda began when I heard it sung in Orissi style in the home of Sulakshana and Debi Prasanna Pattanayak in Poona in and attempted to translate some of the songs. Blessed with a heart so pure, Gifted with eloquent speech and expression, One who worships the feet and the dance Of his empress, adorable wife, Padmavathy, Is the unique poet Jayadeva, Who composes and sings the song of love, Of Vasudeva and his love plays!
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The text is prefaced by this note: "Ashtapadi, as the poem is popularly known, is sung daily in many of the temples of Kerala, as the pious Hindus consider it a devotional song of the highest order. Lift thine eyes now, and look on him, bestowing, Without speech; Let him pluck at last the flower so sweetly growing In his reach; The fruit of the Gita Govinda of Jayadeva book lips, of loving tones, of glances That forgive; Ma kooroo manini manamaye, Let him live!
The thought of parting shall not lie Cold on their throbbing lives, The dread of ending shall not chill The glow beginning gives; She in her beauty dark shall look— As long as clouds can be— As gracious as the rain-time cloud Kissing the shining sea. Out of the Gita Govinda of Jayadeva book each face, In the close embrace, That by-and-by embracing will be over; The ache that causes Those mournful pauses In bowers of earth between lover and lover: To be no more felt, To fade, to melt In the strong certainty of joys immortal; In the glad meeting, And quick sweet greeting Of lips that close beyond Time's shadowy portal.
And then the Maid, compassionate, sang on— Lady, most sweet! He who wrote these things for thee, Of the Son of Wassoodee, Was the poet Jayadeva; Him Saraswati gave ever Fancies fair his mind to throng, Like pictures palace-walls along; Ever to his notes of love Lakshmi's mystic dancers move.
Why can I never reach thee, to entreat, Low at thy feet, Dear vanished Splendour! Rajagopalan's correspondence with me on the performance of the Gitagovinda in Kerala temples has provided many suggestions for further work on this subject.The Paperback of the The Gita Govinda by Jayadeva at Barnes & Noble.
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