From an early age, Lord Krishna stole butter In Gokul, he always did create a flutter He broke earthen pots with a flourish For the Lord, there was no need of cup or dish The village of Gokul was surrounded by meadows Around Mount Govardhan and its shadows The Yamuna swept past in slow undulation The pastures green with verdant vegetation The cows and calves frolicked all day with Lord Krishna, Their friends, the gopals, the gopis, and Lord Balarama The cows of Gokul gave forth milk in plenty For all the folks, there was peace and prosperity The gopis and damsels of Gokul Always had their pots full Of milk and curds and cream Like an idyll, as in a dream While walking along, the gopis looked here and there To see if the Lord was hiding nearby anywhere Lord Krishna used a sling shot To make a hit on the selected pot The pot shattered to the ground The butter thief and His friends collected around While the gopis fled from the spot In case Lord Krishna took another potshot Why were the gopis’ pots always full ? Why this bounty so benign and plentiful ? Why were the children so happy and pleased ? Why were the folks so carefree and satisfied ? Why was the breeze so laden with scent ? Why were the clouds so lazy and indolent ? Why did the dawn bring its promise with rosy light ? To bring forth another day, so sublime and bright ? Why were the cows and calves so happy ? Why were the gopals and gopis so carefree ? Why this eager anticipation of another day ? The simple rustic life, full of joy and play ? Lord Krishna shared the spoils with his allies With the gopals, the gopis and the monkeys Whilst Lord Balarama complained to mother Yashoda Of the Lord’s mischief he fully briefed mother Yashoda The gopis also brought in their grouse Of broken pots and stolen cream in their house They assembled and derided the Lord Krishna Fully supported and corroborated by Lord Balarama On hearing their complaints, mother Yashoda duly recognized She was certain, the Lord had to be suitably chastised She proceeded to make amends for His naughty impudence With fearful eyes the Lord pleaded His innocence Mother Yashoda brought in a rope To tie Him up was her simple hope She tried rope after rope, sweaty and diligent But the rope was ever short, somewhat deficient Mother Yashoda just could not tie up the Lord with the ropes Each and every one was too short, till she gave up all hopes At long last, the Lord took mercy on Yashoda, His fond mother The ropes fell into place and mother Yashoda was saved from further bother Whatever we get from the Lord is by His mercy only Not from our toils, our cleverness, or dexterity The Lord gives to us what we deserve Everything else He keeps in reserve He knows what is best for us as He is the eternal father Of all living entities the only sincere well wisher The Lord of all worlds and material features The friend and benefactor of all creatures The Lord is a friend to all living entities He showers goodwill and many mercies This bodily connection, and kith and kin, are only temporal Our relationship and journey with Lord Krishna is eternal The Lord descended to earth to give us pleasure Not wealth, but His love, is the real treasure That is the lesson we learn from Gokul and Brindavan The eternal playful pastimes of the Lord of Govardhan !From an early age, Lord Krishna stole butter In Gokul, he always did create a flutter He broke earthen pots with a flourish For the Lord, there was no need of cup or dish The village of Gokul was surrounded by meadows Around Mount Govardhan and its shadows The Yamuna swept past in slow undulation The pastures green with verdant vegetation The cows and calves frolicked all day with Lord Krishna, Their friends, the gopals, the gopis, and Lord Balarama The cows of Gokul gave forth milk in plenty For all the folks, there was peace and prosperity The gopis and damsels of Gokul Always had their pots full Of milk and curds and cream Like an idyll, as in a dream While walking along, the gopis looked here and there To see if the Lord was hiding nearby anywhere Lord Krishna used a sling shot To make a hit on the selected pot The pot shattered to the ground The butter thief and His friends collected around While the gopis fled from the spot In case Lord Krishna took another potshot Why were the gopis’ pots always full ? Why this bounty so benign and plentiful ? Why were the children so happy and pleased ? Why were the folks so carefree and satisfied ? Why was the breeze so laden with scent ? Why were the clouds so lazy and indolent ? Why did the dawn bring its promise with rosy light ? To bring forth another day, so sublime and bright ? Why were the cows and calves so happy ? Why were the gopals and gopis so carefree ? Why this eager anticipation of another day ? The simple rustic life, full of joy and play ? Lord Krishna shared the spoils with his allies With the gopals, the gopis and the monkeys Whilst Lord Balarama complained to mother Yashoda Of the Lord’s mischief he fully briefed mother Yashoda The gopis also brought in their grouse Of broken pots and stolen cream in their house They assembled and derided the Lord Krishna Fully supported and corroborated by Lord Balarama On hearing their complaints, mother Yashoda duly recognized She was certain, the Lord had to be suitably chastised She proceeded to make amends for His naughty impudence With fearful eyes the Lord pleaded His innocence Mother Yashoda brought in a rope To tie Him up was her simple hope She tried rope after rope, sweaty and diligent But the rope was ever short, somewhat deficient Mother Yashoda just could not tie up the Lord with the ropes Each and every one was too short, till she gave up all hopes At long last, the Lord took mercy on Yashoda, His fond mother The ropes fell into place and mother Yashoda was saved from further bother Whatever we get from the Lord is by His mercy only Not from our toils, our cleverness, or dexterity The Lord gives to us what we deserve Everything else He keeps in reserve He knows what is best for us as He is the eternal father Of all living entities the only sincere well wisher The Lord of all worlds and material features The friend and benefactor of all creatures The Lord is a friend to all living entities He showers goodwill and many mercies This bodily connection, and kith and kin, are only temporal Our relationship and journey with Lord Krishna is eternal The Lord descended to earth to give us pleasure Not wealth, but His love, is the real treasure That is the lesson we learn from Gokul and Brindavan The eternal playful pastimes of the Lord of Govardhan ! happy janmashtami
Posted on: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 05:48:57 +0000
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