Narayaneeyam: Dashakam 58
ನಾರಾಯಣೀಯಮ್ · ದಶಕ 58
The Sanskrit text in Kannada script. The Roman line and the meaning are the same as in the original.
ತ್ವಯಿ ವಿಹರಣಲೋಲೇ ಬಾಲಜಾಲೈಃ ಪ್ರಲಮ್ಬಪ್ರಮಥನಸವಿಲಮ್ಬೇ ಧೇನವಃ ಸ್ವೈರಚಾರಾಃ।
ತೃಣಕುತುಕನಿವಿಷ್ಟಾ ದೂರದೂರಂ ಚರನ್ತ್ಯಃ ಕಿಮಪಿ ವಿಪಿನಮೈಷೀಕಾಖ್ಯಮೀಷಾಮ್ಬಭೂವುಃ॥Tvayi viharanalole balajalaih pralambapramathanasavilambe dhenavah svairacharah, trinakutukanivishta duraduram charantyah kimapi vipinamaishikakhyamishambabhuvuh.
While you were absorbed in play with the boys and busy slaying Pralamba, the cows wandered freely after grass, grazing farther and farther, and reached a forest of reeds.
ಅನಧಿಗತನಿದಾಘಕ್ರೌರ್ಯವೃನ್ದಾವನಾನ್ತಾದ್ಬಹಿರಿದಮುಪಯಾತಾಃ ಕಾನನಂ ಧೇನವಸ್ತಾಃ।
ತವ ವಿರಹವಿಷಣ್ಣಾ ಊಷ್ಮಲಗ್ರೀಷ್ಮತಾಪಪ್ರಸರವಿಸರದಮ್ಭಸ್ಯಾಕುಲಾಃ ಸ್ತಮ್ಭಮಾಪುಃ॥Anadhigatanidaghakrauryavrindavanantadbahiridamupayatah kananam dhenavastah, tava virahavishanna ushmalagrishmatapaprasaravisaradambhasyakulah stambhamapuh.
Leaving Vrindavan, where summer’s harshness was never felt, the cows came into this forest; sad without you and tormented by heat and thirst, they stood frozen.
ತದನು ಸಹ ಸಹಾಯೈರ್ದೂರಮನ್ವಿಷ್ಯ ಶೌರೇ ಗಲಿತಸರಣಿಮುಞ್ಜಾರಣ್ಯಸಞ್ಜಾತಖೇದಮ್।
ಪಶುಕುಲಮಭಿವೀಕ್ಷ್ಯ ಕ್ಷಿಪ್ರಮಾನೇತುಮಾರಾತ್ತ್ವಯಿ ಗತವತಿ ಹೀ ಹೀ ಸರ್ವತೋಽಗ್ನಿರ್ಜಜೃಮ್ಭೇ॥Tadanu saha sahayairduramanvishya shaure galitasaranimunjaranyasanjatakhedam, pashukulamabhivikshya kshipramanetumarattvayi gatavati hi hi sarvatognirjajrimbhe.
Then, Shauri, searching far with your friends, you found the herd lost and suffering in the reed forest; as you went to bring them back, alas, fire flared up on every side.
ಸಕಲಹರಿತಿ ದೀಪ್ತೇ ಘೋರಭಾಙ್ಕಾರಭೀಮೇ ಶಿಖಿನಿ ವಿಹತಮಾರ್ಗಾ ಅರ್ಧದಗ್ಧಾ ಇವಾರ್ತಾಃ।
ಅಹಹ ಭುವನಬನ್ಧೋ ಪಾಹಿ ಪಾಹೀತಿ ಸರ್ವೇ ಶರಣಮುಪಗತಾಸ್ತ್ವಾಂ ತಾಪಹರ್ತಾರಮೇಕಮ್॥Sakalahariti dipte ghorabhankarabhime shikhini vihatamarga ardhadagdha ivartah, ahaha bhuvanabandho pahi pahiti sarve sharanamupagatastvam tapahartaramekam.
As the fire blazed in every direction with a terrifying roar, their way cut off, half-scorched and in anguish, they all cried, ‘Friend of the world, save us, save us!’ and took refuge in you, the one remover of pain.
ಅಲಮಲಮತಿಭೀತ್ಯಾ ಸರ್ವತೋ ಮೀಲಯಧ್ವಂ ದೃಶಮಿತಿ ತವ ವಾಚಾ ಮೀಲಿತಾಕ್ಷೇಷು ತೇಷು।
ಕ್ವ ನು ದವದಹನೋಽಸೌ ಕುತ್ರ ಮುಞ್ಜಾಟವೀ ಸಾ ಸಪದಿ ವವೃತಿರೇ ತೇ ಹನ್ತ ಭಾಣ್ಡೀರದೇಶೇ॥Alamalamatibhitya sarvato milayadhvam drishamiti tava vacha militaksheshu teshu, kva nu davadahanosau kutra munjatavi sa sapadi vavritire te hanta bhandiradeshe.
‘Enough of this fear; everyone, close your eyes,’ you said. When they did, where was the forest fire, where the reed forest? Ah, at once they found themselves at Bhandira.
ಜಯ ಜಯ ತವ ಮಾಯಾ ಕೇಯಮೀಶೇತಿ ತೇಷಾಂ ನುತಿಭಿರುದಿತಹಾಸೋ ಬದ್ಧನಾನಾವಿಲಾಸಃ।
ಪುನರಪಿ ವಿಪಿನಾನ್ತೇ ಪ್ರಾಚರಃ ಪಾಟಲಾದಿಪ್ರಸವನಿಕರಮಾತ್ರಗ್ರಾಹ್ಯಘರ್ಮಾನುಭಾವೇ॥Jaya jaya tava maya keyamisheti tesham nutibhiruditahaso baddhananavilasah, punarapi vipinante pracharah pataladiprasavanikaramatragrahyagharmanubhave.
‘Victory, victory! Lord, what is this magic of yours?’ Smiling at their praise and playing many games, you roamed the forest again, where summer could be felt only through the blooming patala flowers.
ತ್ವಯಿ ವಿಮುಖಮಿವೋಚ್ಚೈಸ್ತಾಪಭಾರಂ ವಹನ್ತಂ ತವ ಭಜನವದನ್ತಃ ಪಙ್ಕಮುಚ್ಛೋಷಯನ್ತಮ್।
ತವ ಭುಜವದುದಞ್ಚದ್ಭೂರಿತೇಜಃಪ್ರವಾಹಂ ತಪಸಮಯಮನೈಷೀರ್ಯಾಮುನೇಷು ಸ್ಥಲೇಷು॥Tvayi vimukhamivochchaistapabharam vahantam tava bhajanavadantah pankamuchchhoshayantam, tava bhujavadudanchadbhuritejahpravaham tapasamayamanaishiryamuneshu sthaleshu.
You spent the hot season on the banks of the Yamuna: a season heavy with heat as if it had turned from you, drying up the mire as worship of you dries the mind’s impurities, pouring out brilliance like your arms.
ತದನು ಜಲದಜಾಲೈಸ್ತ್ವದ್ವಪುಸ್ತುಲ್ಯಭಾಭಿರ್ವಿಕಸದಮಲವಿದ್ಯುತ್ಪೀತವಾಸೋವಿಲಾಸೈಃ।
ಸಕಲಭುವನಭಾಜಾಂ ಹರ್ಷದಾಂ ವರ್ಷವೇಲಾಂ ಕ್ಷಿತಿಧರಕುಹರೇಷು ಸ್ವೈರವಾಸೀ ವ್ಯನೈಷೀಃ॥Tadanu jaladajalaistvadvapustulyabhabhirvikasadamalavidyutpitavasovilasaih, sakalabhuvanabhajam harshadam varshavelam kshitidharakuhareshu svairavasi vyanaishih.
Then, living freely in the mountain caves, you passed the rainy season, which delights all beings, with clouds dark as your body and bright lightning flashing like your yellow robe.
ಕುಹರತಲನಿವಿಷ್ಟಂ ತ್ವಾಂ ಗರಿಷ್ಠಂ ಗಿರೀನ್ದ್ರಃ ಶಿಖಿಕುಲನವಕೇಕಾಕಾಕುಭಿಃ ಸ್ತೋತ್ರಕಾರೀ।
ಸ್ಫುಟಕುಟಜಕದಮ್ಬಸ್ತೋಮಪುಷ್ಪಾಞ್ಜಲಿಂ ಚ ಪ್ರವಿದಧದನುಭೇಜೇ ದೇವ ಗೋವರ್ಧನೋಽಸೌ॥Kuharatalanivishtam tvam garishtham girindrah shikhikulanavakekakakubhih stotrakari, sphutakutajakadambastomapushpanjalim cha pravidadhadanubheje deva govardhanosau.
Mount Govardhana, king of mountains, worshipped you as you sat in its caves, singing your praise through the new cries of its peacocks and offering handfuls of blooming kutaja and kadamba flowers, O Lord.
ಅಥ ಶರದಮುಪೇತಾಂ ತಾಂ ಭವದ್ಭಕ್ತಚೇತೋವಿಮಲಸಲಿಲಪೂರಾಂ ಮಾನಯನ್ ಕಾನನೇಷು।
ತೃಣಮಮಲವನಾನ್ತೇ ಚಾರು ಸಞ್ಚಾರಯನ್ ಗಾಃ ಪವನಪುರಪತೇ ತ್ವಂ ದೇಹಿ ಮೇ ದೇಹಸೌಖ್ಯಮ್॥Atha sharadamupetam tam bhavadbhaktachetovimalasalilapuram manayan kananeshu, trinamamalavanante charu sancharayan gah pavanapurapate tvam dehi me dehasaukhyam.
Then, welcoming the autumn, its waters clear as your devotees’ minds, and grazing the cows on fresh grass at the forest’s edge, O Lord of Guruvayur, give me health of body.