Śrīmad-Bhāgavatam 6.14.53
स्तनद्वयं कुङ्कुमपङ्कमण्डितं
निषिञ्चती साञ्जनबाष्पबिन्दुभि: ।
विकीर्य केशान् विगलत्स्रज: सुतं
शुशोच चित्रं कुररीव सुस्वरम् ॥ ५३ ॥
stana-dvayaṁ kuṅkuma-paṅka-maṇḍitaṁ
[stana-dvayam kunkuma-panka-manditam]
niṣiñcatī sāñjana-bāṣpa-bindubhiḥ
[nishinchatee saanjana-baashpa-bindubhih]
vikīrya keśān vigalat-srajaḥ sutaṁ
[vikeerya keshaan vigalat-srajah sutam]
śuśoca citraṁ kurarīva susvaram
[shushocha chitram kurareeva susvaram]
Word-for-word
stana-dvayam
—
her two breasts
kuṅkuma
—
with kuṅkuma powder (which is generally sprayed on the breasts of women)
paṅka
—
ointment
maṇḍitam
—
decorated
niṣiñcatī
—
moistening
sa-añjana
—
mixed with the eye ointment
bāṣpa
—
of tears
bindubhiḥ
—
by drops
vikīrya
—
scattering
keśān
—
hair
vigalat
—
was falling down
srajaḥ
—
on which the flower garland
sutam
—
for her son
śuśoca
—
lamented
citram
—
variegated
kurarī iva
—
like a kurarī bird
su-svaram
—
in a very sweet voice.
Blended reading (Sanskrit + English inline)
stana-dvayaṁ kuṅkuma-paṅka-maṇḍitaṁ
stana-dvayam
her two breasts
kuṅkuma
with kuṅkuma powder (which is generally sprayed on the breasts of women)
paṅka
ointment
maṇḍitam
decorated
niṣiñcatī sāñjana-bāṣpa-bindubhiḥ
niṣiñcatī
moistening
sa-añjana
mixed with the eye ointment
bāṣpa
of tears
bindubhiḥ
by drops
vikīrya keśān vigalat-srajaḥ sutaṁ
vikīrya
scattering
keśān
hair
vigalat
was falling down
srajaḥ
on which the flower garland
sutam
for her son
śuśoca citraṁ kurarīva susvaram
śuśoca
lamented
citram
variegated
kurarī iva
like a kurarī bird
su-svaram
in a very sweet voice.
The garland of flowers decorating the Queen’s head fell, and her hair scattered. Falling tears melted the collyrium on her eyes and moistened her breasts, which were covered with kuṅkuma powder. As she lamented the loss of her son, her loud crying resembled the sweet sound of a kurarī bird.
Gauḍīya Ācāryas
Viśvanātha Cakravartī Ṭhākura
Gauḍīya
Translation
The garland of flowers decorating the Queen's head fell off, and her hair became scattered. Falling tears smeared the collyrium on her eyes and moistened her breasts, which were covered with kuṅkuma powder. She lamented the loss of her son like a wailing kurarī bird.
Personal Guidance
Her flower-garland fell, hair scattered, tears melted her eye-cosmetic and moistened her kuṅkuma-covered breasts; her loud crying agitated everyone. The body declares grief louder than any speech.
Reflection Questions
- Where am I using my body's silence to suppress speech I owe?
- Whose loud crying have I treated as drama rather than truth?
My note
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