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Unable to see her divine mistress, the great goddess of Vrindavana, a certain maidservant, whose sole refuge is the lotus feet of that Lady, fell utterly distressed on the bank of the lake, weeping in a voice choked with anguish; and to behold once more her beautiful face and eyes, she sang these names.

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Radha, Gandharvika, the sole beloved of the youthful king of Vraja's cowherd community; Gandharva, Radhika, she whose beauty shines like the moon, the companion of Madhava.

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The peerless friend of Damodara, the queen glorified through the month of Karttika; the jeweled blossom crowning the braided hair of Mukunda's beloved gopis.

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Worshipper of the sun-god, daughter of Maharaja Vrishabhanu, elder sister of Ananga Manjari, and the most excellent younger sister of Sridama.

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The daughter of Kirtida, the beloved child who is the very nectar of her mother's affection; the same age as Vishakha, and dearer to Vishakha than life itself.

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She for whom Lalita is like a second life, who sports throughout Vrindavana; the sole object and protectress of Lalita's very life-breath, the sovereign queen of Vrindavana.

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The one cherished by the queen of Vraja, Yashoda, with affection equal to that she bears for Krishna; the very life of the life of all the cows, cowherds, and cowherd women of Vraja.

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Tenderly loved by the affectionate king of the cowherds as if she were Krishna's own elder sister; the very support of Govinda's love, ever eager to tend and serve his cherished cows.

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Her heart ever longing to journey safely to Nandishvara; the one whom Dhanishtha beholds as non-different from her own self, the sole object of her meditation and vision.

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She who graces the kitchen altar of the queen of the cowherds, Yashoda, with her presence; whose expertly prepared food is offered to prolong Krishna's life, and whose head Rohini fondly smells in blessing.

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Sometimes disguised in the likeness of Subala, and gladdened by his affection; the beloved granddaughter cherished in Mukhara's nectarean gaze, yet fearful of Jatila's suspicious eyes.

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Her moonlike smile blossoming at Madhumangala's joking words; the pet mynah of her heart, fluttering forth from its cage at the approach of Paurnamasi.

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The very life of her own group of gopis, non-different from them; she who fosters their rightful pride, and delights in arranging for them to touch Krishna's lotus feet.

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She who has appointed Vrinda-devi as gardener of her own Vrindavana pleasure-garden; known intimately by every creeper, tree, deer, and bird of that forest.

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Her body glowing like fresh kashmira paste blended with sandalwood; clad in reddish silken garments whose brilliance rivals the hibiscus flower.

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The radiance of the soles of her lotus feet reddens the ground she walks on; the sound of her lovely ankle-bells astonishes the heart of Hari.

Verse 17

The small bells swinging on the girdle at her hips, which remove Krishna's fatigue; the jeweled necklace trembling upon her full rising breasts, which are Krishna's very everything.

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Her two lovely arms adorned with bangles shining with various jewels; beautiful with an armlet blazing with the Syamantaka jewel.

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Her facial circle outshines the brilliance of a golden mirror; her teeth like the seeds of a ripe pomegranate, before which even a pet parrot shrinks back abashed.

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Her ear ornaments fashioned like lotus buds inlaid with ruby and other gems; her eyes, lined with auspicious black kohl, put to shame the wagtail bird.

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Her nose adorned with a lovely round pearl, delicate like a sesame flower; her forehead marked with a lovely fresh musk tilaka.

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Her divine braid, when it sways, puts to shame even the finest peacock feather; the corner-glances of her eyes, like arrows, vanquish Hari, the conqueror of Canura.

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Her form beautiful at the meeting-point of budding and full youth; maddened with joy in delighting Madhava, her voice sweet as the cuckoo's.

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Dearer to Krishna than a hundred thousand lives, greedy only for Madhava's glory; her smile a bubble of nectar rising on the waves of Krishna's sidelong glances.

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Her form anointed with a cleverness that has heaped up all the shyness of the world; her body melting with compassion, she is sweetness personified, a vessel of nectar.

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Her abundance of virtues sung by the virtuous women of the world; her great fortune venerated by the fortunate multitude headed by Shachi, queen of Indra.

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Skilled in the graceful rasa-dance set to the playing of the vina; her true glory, which delights the universe, sung aloud by sages headed by Narada.

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The mistress of the cave-dwelling on Govardhana Hill, the ornament of its forest bowers; bound by sisterly affection to the moon-bright daughter of the sacred river.

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Adorned with the garland of joking friendship with the divine Kundalata; expert in the amorous mood that delighted the Lifter of Govardhana.

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The very life of the foe of Shankhachuda, whose chest bears the beauty of the Lifter of the King of Mountains; the royal city of the loving desire of the son of the king of Gokula.

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In a lake fashioned by her own hands amid joking words about the slaying of the bull-demon; sporting in the waters of her own kunda, she outshines even the younger brother of Sankarshana.

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The long pool of nectarean sport for the mad elephant that is the crusher of Mura; the great lioness in the amorous contest of love with the lion that is the Lifter of the King of Mountains.

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She who maddens and bewilders Madhava with the fragrance of her own body; she who agitates Keshava with the playful raising of her arms.

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Engaged in playful pastimes arranged in the bower by the bank of her own pond; her form resting on a bed made resplendent with a cluster of divine jasmine flowers.

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Her lovely right cheek resting upon Krishna's left arm; Krishna's beautiful right arm bound by the creeper of her left arm.

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Her banana-tree-like left thigh pressed against Krishna's lovely right thigh; her mountain-peak breasts pressing against the chest of the Lifter of the King of Mountains.

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Her lip, a tender sprout, fragrant with the nectar of Govinda's lips; her lovely, nectar-filled words that cool and soothe Madhava.

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Her cheek reddened by the betel-juice offered from Govinda's mouth; she through whose union with Krishna the very purpose of Cupid's birth is fulfilled.

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Her lovely face, perspiring from unrestrained love-play, being wiped by Govinda; her form drowsy with fatigue after games in which she was defeated by Vishakha.

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Her body, mind and very life surrendered at Govinda's feet; she who would sacrifice a hundred million lives of her own for a single grain of dust from Hari's feet.

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Her eyes reproaching themselves for even a moment's lapse in seeing Achyuta; ever beholding the eternally fresh, moonlike, radiant face of Govinda.

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The sole enjoyer of Hari's boundless sweetness and beauty; she who casts a jealous side-glance at the flute alone, as if it were a rival, for its good fortune of touching Krishna's lips.

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She who, by profound wit and playful strength, wins away the alluring flute; she who, by the moonlight of her joking words, swells the ocean of Krishna's desire.

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She who is the resting place for the entire host of the senses of the moon of Vraja; she who maddens all of Krishna's senses, known by the two syllables Ra-dha.

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This is the resplendent hymn of the one hundred and eight names of Sri Radhika, called Sri Radha-lambhaka, a beautiful elixir of rasa.

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Whoever, humble and with an anguished heart, studies or recites this with supreme love, will surely and swiftly behold that Lady together with her Lord.