Hastamutkshipya Yatosi - Shri Vilvamangal, Shri Krishn Karnamritam (3.97)
O Krishna, what’s so special about walking away after releasing my hand forcibly? I will acknowledge your courage only if you can leave my heart.
Shree Krishna Karnamrit is a work in Sanskrit by the poet Shree Bilvamangala Thakur also known as Leelashuka. The word Karnamrit means nectar to the ears. He describes the great glory of Lord Krishn which itself is nectar to the ears.
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O Krishna, what’s so special about walking away after releasing my hand forcibly? I will acknowledge your courage only if you can leave my heart.
O Krishn! You are (all) my love, and also (all) my desire; You are (all) my knowledge, You also are (all) my wealth; You are my Life, You also are my Life Support (all I have); You (alone) are my God, and none else!
When shall I see your lotus face with its always smiling dawn-red lips joyously swelling the charming flute song which is sweetly accompanied by half-closed eyes that widen and dance?
I place my trembling hands together and, with a humble voice by the increase of a ceaseless misery, I pray: “O Lord, you who are the Ocean of Mercy, just one time, anoint with a drop of the goodwill from your glance”
Hail, all hail to you, O Lord. Your holy name is a benediction to the three worlds. Hail, all hail to you, O Lord Krishn. You are the avatar who is nectar to the mind, eye, and ear.
O Shri Krishn! Bless me with your mischievous eyes, which move to the music of flute. If you are happy, I would need no other. If you are unhappy then what is my purpose with other matters?
I seek the shelter of the one [Shri Krishn] who is the shelter of the whole world, who is bedecked with a peacock feather, who is the whole of the erotic sentiment, and who assumes a human form.
Sweet, sweet, the body of this god. Sweet, sweet, the face of Shri Krshn. Very sweet. Oh, this gentle smile with the smell of honey. Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet.
O kin of the unprotected, O the ocean of compassion,Oh my Lord Krishn, how will I spend the empty wretched days without seeing you!
When, again, will the Ocean of Mercy by manifested before me with the beneficent brightness of a moon face and interrupt my meditation with the nectar of music from divine flute play.
I do honor Lord Shri Krishn’s feet whose jeweled anklets chatter and whose footprints play along the paths of the lanes of Braj.