devotional poem authored by Bilwamangala Swami, also known as Lila Shuka
because of his descriptions of the leelas
of Krishna in the same manner in which Suka described it to Parikshit. Lila Suka has painted vivid word picutres of
the leelas of Krishna as a child, as
an adolescent boy and as a lover. The work contains 328 verses in three
aashwasas (or sargas, chapters). Throughout the book the undercurrent is loving
devotion to Krishna who is regarded as the plenary incarnation of Mahavishnu,
the purely sattwic aspect of brahman, the Ultimate reality. It is said that Chaitanya mahaprabhu was
acquainted with this work and he greatly appreciated it.
ashwasa with a prosaic translation in English.
take refuge in Govinda who has a moon-like face, ends of whose soft hair are
coated with the dust raised by the hooves of cows, who playfully lifted the
Govardhana mountain and whose body bears the marks of kumkum from the
breasts of gopis
Lord Vishnu as Varaha his body was so huge that the waters of all the oceans were not enough to fill a
single follicle of His hair. The same Lord in his incarnation as the child of
Yasoda, was bathed in as little water as his mother Yashoda’s cupped hands
those who have become extremely tired of wandering in the forest of vedas ! pl
hear the best of advices from me. Search
in the houses of cowherd women to find the embodiment of the meaning of
Upanishads tied to a mortar.
the messenger of Yama do to me when I have been purified by worshipping the son
of Devaki, when I have been washed by the holy waters from the feet of the
enemy of Putana and when I always remember the charioteer of Arjuna.
enthralling beauty of the Lord, who has
taken on the role of a cowherd, shine in
my mind again and again and again as it is the only medicine to dispel the fear
before my (mind’s) eyes Krishna who is of dark blue complexion, whose cheeks
have a red tinge from the bunch of kadamba flowers hanging from his
ears, who is without blemish and beyond the reach of words of the Vedas.
worship Krishna who enjoys the music from his flute, whose lotus-eyes cast sidelong glances, whose
pretty lips are like half open buds and who moves his fingers with speed (on the holes of his flute).
before my mind’s eye) Rukmini, daughter of the King of Kundinapura, being taken
away by a man of dark blue colour like that of fresh leaf buds of the tamala
tree in a chariot adorned with a
flag bearing the emblem of Garuda.
Bhimarathi river where you will find someone with dark blue complexion in his
birthday suit. Though he will have his hands on his hips, he will snatch your
wealth which is your heart, the rogue that he is.
and between two Krishnas was a woman. In the middle of the circle so formed was
the Son of Devaki, Krishna himself playing his flute.
of Devaki, the fire to burn up the forest of the Kamsa clan, played his flute
extremely well delighting the hearts of swans inhabiting the lotus flowers patronized by peacocks and peahens.
of Devaki played his flute really well, somewhere shaken by those playing the
Veena, some other place made to dance to the music of Veena with his anklets
tinkling and yet at another place made to sing along with the music of
by the beautiful eyes of the belles of Vraja, being the darling of the
cowherds, cows and the cowherd belles and being the god and lover of cowherd
maidens, the son of Devaki played his flute exceedingly well.
frightened by the swarm of bees attracted by the garlands of flower on the head
and in turn embracing the sweetheart when her upper garment slips off, the son
of Devaki played his flute well indeed.
the Lord of Satyabhama of golden hue, his chest fragrant with the vaijayanti
garland, living in Vrindavan of Nanda amidst gopis, the son of Devaki
created captivating music from his flute.
his eye brows to synchronize with the beat of the music of young girls and focusing his attention on the music, the
son of Devaki created beautiful melodies from his flute.
(from heaven) and planted it in the courtyard of Bhama’s house. Sitting under a cool banyan tree on the banks
of Yamuna, the son of Devaki created magic from his flute in the form of sweet songs,.
Beyond that is a foot path that leads to the colony of milkmen in the vicinity
of which is the river Yamuna on the banks of which is a forest of tamala trees.
There you will find a gopa (cowboy)
grazing a herd of cows and playing. He
will, O friend ! show you the untrodden
path (that will free you from the cycle of births and deaths)
the child Krishna in the garb of a handsome
cowherd boy with his body covered by the
dust raised by the hooves of cows, who is followed by hundreds of cowherd
children and who goes to every house in the evening to tie the cows and calves
(brought after grazing them).
surrender myself to the very first God who is the embodiment of all
auspiciousness, repository of all things beautiful, the home of all the wonders of the
world, the natural source of all
radiance, the giver of good fortune
without limit, the essence of the flow of nectar and the result of the good deeds of doe-eyed gopis.
tinge, wearing ornaments like chains, ear globes and waistband, with drops of
sweat glistening on the body, protect us.
Krishna, wide-bodied and born to Devaki as a result of her meritorious deeds,
who daily bathes the horses yoked to the chariots of the Pandavas with water
gathered in his cupped hands and removes their itching by scratching their
bodies with his finger nails while holding their reins between his teeth and
keeping the cane stuck into the folds of his turban.
my mind ever dwell at the lotus feet of Krishna, son of Nandagopa,
who keeps company with the belles of Vraja, whose body is handsome with
blooming youth, who is the repository of everything good, whose smile is bright
as jasmine and mandara flowers
and who is like the sun for the lotus of sages.
to Krishna who is the very embodiment of sweetness, who is at the top of those
who are capable of granting refuge, who delights the denizens of the forest by the
sweet melodies from his flute surcharged with the nectar from his lips which
are red like the bimba fruit and which always wear a loving smile and whose
lotus feet are embraced by the goddess of Earth with ecstasy and with hairs on
her body standing erect.
myself to the Brahman which is pure and holy
and beyond the words of the Vedas, which in the form of Krishna, steals
butter and bears the marks left by smart cowherd belles during love sport.