Inscription Translation

Sakhi to Radha – “In Cupid’s private love garden, the most sacred place, where Madhava perfected his love-making skills with you, he contemplates you constantly, murmuring the mantras of his previous romantic conversations with you, yearning to again taste the nectar of liberation that flows in the tight embrace of your ample breasts. O handsome-hipped girl! The beloved of your heart, also known as the god of love, awaits you in the meeting place, perfect for savouring amour. Do not delay. Go at once and meet him. Whose hands are always restless to press the breasts of Gopis is waiting in a forest grove on the bank of the Yamuna where the gentle Malayan breeze wafts. He is softly playing His flute, weaving your name into the melody. When the specks of dust that have touched Your body are carried to Him on the breeze, He prizes his good fortune. Hearing the slightest sound – a bird landing on a tree, a fluttering leaf – he imagines you are coming. He joyfully prepares the flower bed, and anxiously watches the path for your arrival. Sakhi! Remove your ankle-bells, those enemies that betray your amorous play with their loud chatter. Don this dark cloak and hasten to that dense, dark grove. Soon you will reap Your reward from pious deeds. You will dominate in the play of love as your pearl necklace, looking like a beautiful flock of cranes flitting across the cloudy sky, falls on Murari’s dark chest. You will shine like a streak of lightning upon the dark raincloud of His torso. O blue lotus-eyed one, shed Your silken cloth and untie Your waist-bells . Place the treasured jewel of Your thighs on the bed of fresh, tender leaves. This will give Him great delight. Hari is being stubborn. The night is just about to end, so accept my advice. Go at once without further delay, and fulfil the desires of the enemy of Madhu. O gentle saints, reciting this enchanting poetry penned by Sri Hari’s servant Jayadeva, bow down to Him who is most charming, merciful and blissful-hearted.”