Narayaneeyam: Dashakam 45
ನಾರಾಯಣೀಯಮ್ · ದಶಕ 45
The Sanskrit text in Kannada script. The Roman line and the meaning are the same as in the original.
ಅಯಿ ಸಬಲ ಮುರಾರೇ ಪಾಣಿಜಾನುಪ್ರಚಾರೈಃ ಕಿಮಪಿ ಭವನಭಾಗಾನ್ ಭೂಷಯನ್ತೌ ಭವನ್ತೌ।
ಚಲಿತಚರಣಕಞ್ಜೌ ಮಞ್ಜುಮಞ್ಜೀರಶಿಞ್ಜಾಶ್ರವಣಕುತುಕಭಾಜೌ ಚೇರತುಶ್ಚಾರು ವೇಗಾತ್॥Ayi sabala murare panijanupracharaih kimapi bhavanabhagan bhushayantau bhavantau, chalitacharanakanjau manjumanjirashinjashravanakutukabhajau cheratushcharu vegat.
O Murari, you and Balarama crawled on hands and knees, adorning every corner of the house; moving your lotus feet, delighted by the sweet tinkle of your anklets, you went about charmingly and fast.
ಮೃದು ಮೃದು ವಿಹಸನ್ತಾವುನ್ಮಿಷದ್ದನ್ತವನ್ತೌ ವದನಪತಿತಕೇಶೌ ದೃಶ್ಯಪಾದಾಬ್ಜದೇಶೌ।
ಭುಜಗಲಿತಕರಾನ್ತವ್ಯಾಲಗತ್ಕಙ್ಕಣಾಙ್ಕೌ ಮತಿಮಹರತಮುಚ್ಚೈಃ ಪಶ್ಯತಾಂ ವಿಶ್ವನೄಣಾಮ್॥Mridu mridu vihasantavunmishaddantavantau vadanapatitakeshau drishyapadabjadeshau, bhujagalitakarantavyalagatkankanankau matimaharatamuchchaih pashyatam vishvanrinam.
Smiling softly, little teeth just showing, hair falling over your faces, your lotus feet in view, bangles slipping down your arms to your wrists, you two stole the hearts of all who watched.
ಅನುಸರತಿ ಜನೌಘೇ ಕೌತುಕವ್ಯಾಕುಲಾಕ್ಷೇ ಕಿಮಪಿ ಕೃತನಿನಾದಂ ವ್ಯಾಹಸನ್ತೌ ದ್ರವನ್ತೌ।
ವಲಿತವದನಪದ್ಮಂ ಪೃಷ್ಠತೋ ದತ್ತದೃಷ್ಟೀ ಕಿಮಿವ ನ ವಿದಧಾಥೇ ಕೌತುಕಂ ವಾಸುದೇವ॥Anusarati janaughe kautukavyakulakshe kimapi kritaninadam vyahasantau dravantau, valitavadanapadmam prishthato dattadrishti kimiva na vidadhathe kautukam vasudeva.
When the crowd followed you, eyes eager with delight, you two would make some sound, laugh and run, then turn your lotus faces to look back. O Vasudeva, what delight did you not give?
ದ್ರುತಗತಿಷು ಪತನ್ತಾವುತ್ಥಿತೌ ಲಿಪ್ತಪಙ್ಕೌ ದಿವಿ ಮುನಿಭಿರಪಙ್ಕೈಃ ಸಸ್ಮಿತಂ ವನ್ದ್ಯಮಾನೌ।
ದ್ರುತಮಥ ಜನನೀಭ್ಯಾಂ ಸಾನುಕಮ್ಪಂ ಗೃಹೀತೌ ಮುಹುರಪಿ ಪರಿರಬ್ಧೌ ದ್ರಾಗ್ಯುವಾಂ ಚುಮ್ಬಿತೌ ಚ॥Drutagatishu patantavutthitau liptapankau divi munibhirapankaih sasmitam vandyamanau, drutamatha jananibhyam sanukampam grihitau muhurapi parirabdhau dragyuvam chumbitau cha.
Tumbling as you ran, getting up smeared with mud, you two were saluted with smiles by the spotless sages in heaven; then your mothers quickly picked you up with love, hugged you again and again, and kissed you.
ಸ್ನುತಕುಚಭರಮಙ್ಕೇ ಧಾರಯನ್ತೀ ಭವನ್ತಂ ತರಲಮತಿ ಯಶೋದಾ ಸ್ತನ್ಯದಾ ಧನ್ಯಧನ್ಯಾ।
ಕಪಟಪಶುಪ ಮಧ್ಯೇ ಮುಗ್ಧಹಾಸಾಙ್ಕುರಂ ತೇ ದಶನಮುಕುಲಹೃದ್ಯಂ ವೀಕ್ಷ್ಯ ವಕ್ತ್ರಂ ಜಹರ್ಷ॥Snutakuchabharamanke dharayanti bhavantam taralamati yashoda stanyada dhanyadhanya, kapatapashupa madhye mugdhahasankuram te dashanamukulahridyam vikshya vaktram jaharsha.
Yashoda, most blessed of the blessed, holding you on her lap and nursing you, her heart melting, rejoiced to see your face, O cowherd in disguise, with its innocent budding smile and lovely little teeth.
ತದನು ಚರಣಚಾರೀ ದಾರಕೈಃ ಸಾಕಮಾರಾನ್ನಿಲಯತತಿಷು ಖೇಲನ್ ಬಾಲಚಾಪಲ್ಯಶಾಲೀ।
ಭವನಶುಕಬಿಡಾಲಾನ್ ವತ್ಸಕಾಂಶ್ಚಾನುಧಾವನ್ ಕಥಮಪಿ ಕೃತಹಾಸೈರ್ಗೋಪಕೈರ್ವಾರಿತೋಽಭೂಃ॥Tadanu charanachari darakaih sakamarannilayatatishu khelan balachapalyashali, bhavanashukabidalan vatsakamshchanudhavan kathamapi kritahasairgopakairvaritobhuh.
Then, walking now, playing with the children near the houses, full of childish mischief, chasing the household parrots, cats and calves, you were somehow held back by the laughing cowherds.
ಹಲಧರಸಹಿತಸ್ತ್ವಂ ಯತ್ರ ಯತ್ರೋಪಯಾತೋ ವಿವಶಪತಿತನೇತ್ರಾಸ್ತತ್ರ ತತ್ರೈವ ಗೋಪ್ಯಃ।
ವಿಗಲಿತಗೃಹಕೃತ್ಯಾ ವಿಸ್ಮೃತಾಪತ್ಯಭೃತ್ಯಾ ಮುರಹರ ಮುಹುರತ್ಯನ್ತಾಕುಲಾ ನಿತ್ಯಮಾಸನ್॥Haladharasahitastvam yatra yatropayato vivashapatitanetrastatra tatraiva gopyah, vigalitagrihakritya vismritapatyabhritya murahara muhuratyantakula nityamasan.
Wherever you went with Balarama, the gopis’ eyes fell helplessly upon you; forgetting housework, children and servants, O slayer of Mura, they were always deeply stirred.
ಪ್ರತಿನವನವನೀತಂ ಗೋಪಿಕಾದತ್ತಮಿಚ್ಛನ್ ಕಲಪದಮುಪಗಾಯನ್ ಕೋಮಲಂ ಕ್ವಾಪಿ ನೃತ್ಯನ್।
ಸದಯಯುವತಿಲೋಕೈರರ್ಪಿತಂ ಸರ್ಪಿರಶ್ನನ್ ಕ್ವಚನ ನವವಿಪಕ್ವಂ ದುಗ್ಧಮಪ್ಯಾಪಿಬಸ್ತ್ವಮ್॥Pratinavanavanitam gopikadattamichchhan kalapadamupagayan komalam kvapi nrityan, sadayayuvatilokairarpitam sarpirashnan kvachana navavipakvam dugdhamapyapibastvam.
Wanting the fresh butter the gopis gave, singing sweet words, sometimes dancing gently, eating the ghee offered by kind young women, sometimes you drank freshly boiled milk as well.
ಮಮ ಖಲು ಬಲಿಗೇಹೇ ಯಾಚನಂ ಜಾತಮಾಸ್ತಾಮಿಹ ಪುನರಬಲಾನಾಮಗ್ರತೋ ನೈವ ಕುರ್ವೇ।
ಇತಿ ವಿಹಿತಮತಿಃ ಕಿಂ ದೇವ ಸನ್ತ್ಯಜ್ಯ ಯಾಚ್ಞಾಂ ದಧಿಘೃತಮಹರಸ್ತ್ವಂ ಚಾರುಣಾ ಚೋರಣೇನ॥Mama khalu baligehe yachanam jatamastamiha punarabalanamagrato naiva kurve, iti vihitamatih kim deva santyajya yachnam dadhighritamaharastvam charuna choranena.
Perhaps you thought: I already had to beg at Bali’s house; I will not beg again here before these women. Is that why, O Lord, you gave up asking and stole the curd and ghee in your charming thieving way?
ತವ ದಧಿಘೃತಮೋಷೇ ಘೋಷಯೋಷಾಜನಾನಾಮಭಜತ ಹೃದಿ ರೋಷೋ ನಾವಕಾಶಂ ನ ಶೋಕಃ।
ಹೃದಯಮಪಿ ಮುಷಿತ್ವಾ ಹರ್ಷಸಿನ್ಧೌ ನ್ಯಧಾಸ್ತ್ವಂ ಸ ಮಮ ಶಮಯ ರೋಗಾನ್ವಾತಗೇಹಾಧಿನಾಥ॥Tava dadhighritamoshe ghoshayoshajananamabhajata hridi rosho navakasham na shokah, hridayamapi mushitva harshasindhau nyadhastvam sa mama shamaya roganvatagehadhinatha.
When you stole the curd and ghee, the hearts of the cowherd women had no room for anger or sorrow, for you stole their hearts too and set them in an ocean of joy. O Lord of Guruvayur, ease my illnesses.