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
translation in English.
लक्ष्यन्ते किमपि करुणावीचिनिचिता
(sidelong glances) of Krishna which are full of compassion and which are darker
than the waters of Yamuna and the petals of the blue lily? When shall the playful sweet melodies from
the flute of (Krishna), cool as the rays of the moon and capable of fighting
Cupid (Kama, lust), give me inner peace and contentment? ,
gopis say that your glances are shifting and merciful, talk is sweet and soft, gait is dignified,
slow and playful, embrace is tight and smile is bewitching.
see your effulgent form, the most beautiful in all the three worlds, having a
bewitching broad smile and wide eyes, pressed by the breasts of the belles of
vraja and a complexion which seems to be an unlimited accumulation of dark blue
follow the melodies for your flute. When
you are pleased what is the use of others? (because there is nothing for them
to do). When you are not pleased what is
the use of others? ( because they won’t be able to do anything)
helpless, beg of you at the top of my
voice “ O Krishna ! Ocean of Compassion ! Light of lights! Kindly drench me, just once, with just a little
glance of compassion from the corners of your eyes.”
feathers, with your form adorable to the
lotus-eyes of women with ample bosom and your face out to conquer the lotus and
the moon by its beauty.
childhood form of Krishna is the most wonderful in all the three worlds. It is also beyond argument that my mind is fickle
and wavering and cannot concentrate.
What then should I do to see with
my two eyes that lotus face from which arise the beautiful melodies of the
Your talk is sweet like nectar; the meaning of words is so beautiful that
people hear it with wide-eyed wonder. They are far above the level expected
from a boy of young age, are appreciated by the cowherds in love and they
create lovely emotions in the heart of gopis of Vraja.
Krishna, ocean of mercy, descend before
me with his moon-like face shining and
blissful and break my deep meditation (samadhi) by the playful melodies
from his flute
in the body are being pounded and all joints become rigid and life is ebbing
out of this body, let my heart (mind) be flooded with double the luminosity of moonlight
emanating from your face which excels the moon.
of the (nine) openings and
out, may that moon-like face which is the playhouse of all beauty appear before
my eyes accompanied by the melodious music from the flute.
Krishna, who is an ocean of mercy,
mingled with the echo of the melodies from the flute as he walks the streets of
Vrindavan, lighting up the road ahead. by his roving glances
Beloved! O the only friend of all! O
Kirshna ! O the playful! O Ocean of Compassion! O Lord! O Giver of Happiness! O Beautiful to Behold! When
will you come within the line of my sight ? ( When shall I see you before my
when I was not able to have your darshan,
seem to me, have been utterly wasted. O
friend of all who have none! Ocean of
Compassion! How shall I pass these days
(without seeing you)?
Krishna and have been thirsting,
for a long time, for Krishna who has the
sweetest of smiles and who gladdens one’s mind and eyes. How can we then hear, tell or accept some
other god as the Lord of our hearts?
desire to embrace the child whose eyes excel the petals of lotus in
beauty. But alas, the blessings of god
are far way in this respect (or my luck is bad)
beautiful as the lotus, always lit with a smile and having reddish lips, steeped
in the joy of captivating melodies from the flute and having roving large
beautiful eyes which are half-closed.
will the young boy Krishna, full of mercy, cast
on me a glance from his eyes which are beautiful as the lotus, playfully
wide, cool with compassion, blue with a reddish tinge and reflecting wonderful
are searching (yearning) for the beautiful form of Krishna, slayer of Mura, who has rich locks of hair, who adorns his
head with the plumes of peacock, who has roving eyes and pretty lips, whose
smile is soft and sweet and whose play (leela) is fascinating.
searching (yearning) for the Lord (Krishna) who is the very embodiment of the
peak of matured sweetness, whose dark blue colour excels that of the clouds,
who is lazily playful, who adorns his head with the plumes of peacock, whose face is fascinating and whose
sidelong glances full of mercy wipe out the ignorance of (his devotees) in the
shall I be able to see my Lord whose dark blue complexion excels that of the
slightly open blue lotus, who is far
away from the talks (discussions) in the assembly of sages but who is always
seen by the belles of Vraja, the beauty of whose form captivates the three
worlds and who is incapable of being described in words.
whose face is beautiful as the lotus, whose glances are shifting, who plays the
flute putting humour in its holes(melodies), who has roving eyes and whose
form is extremely beautiful.
of Mukunda (Krishna) with its habit of taking liberties with the belles of
Vraja, with its picture-perfectness for
an artist and with its bright lips
bathed in a shy, soft and sweet smile and with its face brighter than the full
moon, rises up frequently in my mind (heart).