Krishna Karnamrutham Tamil Pdf Free
Clotilde Wilks
This great work was composed by Sage Leela Shuka according to the last sloka of the first chapter. Elsewhere he mentions that he is a Shaivite but attached to Lord Krishna. It is generally agreed by historians that Leela shuka was his pseudonym and he was known as Vilwamangalathu Swamiyar. He is known as Bilwamangala Thakura in the North India and his samadhi is in Mathura. According to local legend (in Mathura) as well as a majority of the literary commentators agree that he was from Kerala. Some of the reasons for this are
This work was spotted by Chaithanya Maha Prabhu of Bengal on his visit to Andhra Pradesh. There is a story that people were sent to Trivandrum to get a full book as only the first chapter was available in Andhra Pradesh.
Vilwamangalthu Swamiyar is believed to a great scholar who was a great devotee of Guruvayurappan, the lord of Guruvayur. It seems the child Krishna used to come whenever he was called by the Swamiyar. He is also believed to be responsible for spotting and building many of the temples of Kerala.
It is also believed that Lord Krishna used to shake his head as a sign of approval for the slokas of this great work( Sri Krishna Karnamrutham) that He approved. The Swamiyar used to reject all those sloka that did not get His approval. On the days when he did not approve any of the Slokas, it seems the Swamiyar did not partake in any food.
This book has three chapters containing respectively 110, 109, and 108 shlokas. The author sings mainly about two stages of the life of Krishna-the childhood and youth with a few references to later stages of His life.
Victory to my Guru Somagiri, who is like a gem of thought,
Victory to my Lord, who wears a peacock feather,
For he who wears his feet, which are like the leaves of wish giving tree,
Would certainly be, sought, after by the goddess Vijayalakshmi.
I worship that sweet child with blue colour,
Who is the boundary of cleverness,
Who is source of very temporal glances,
Who has pretty eyes nurtured by the waves,
Of the nectar like sea of prettiness,
Who is honoured by the side long glances of Lakshmi,
Who is interested in playing by the sandy shores of river Yamuna,
And who begot a son who was the God of love.
My mind is illuminated by the pretty wonderful light form,
Whose shining hair is decorated by peacock feathers,
Who has a face which is ebbing with sweetness,
Who shines with the new youthfulness,
Who plays the flute that produces the nectar like music,
And who is surrounded and worshipped by Gopis,
Having slightly thick breast tips.
Let my mind be lit by that which has broad eyes and is beyond words and sight,
Which has lotus like face, shining with the very sweet nectar like smile,
Which is decorated, by the feather of a peacock, with the great zest,
Which has the very prettily made up bundle of hair,
And which wants to eat the piece of meat of pleasures of the world,
Let the lotus like face of my Lord Krishna,
Which has two eyes, similar to the lotus buds,
Which is full of the honey from, the pollen of the music from his flute,
And which has clear cheeks shining like glass,
Shine completely in my mind.
Oh God,with the attractive pretty form of a child,
Oh god,whose face wears the very sweet sound of flute,
Please make at least a small part of your innate sweetness,
Descend and shine in my words.
Victory to my life involved in composing a prayer,
About him,who wears the feather of the exuberant peacock,
About him whose lotus like face attracts even the love god,
And about him who is deceived by the eyes of damsels of Vruja[4].
I surrender to the lord, who is coloured by the Kumkuma[5] of the pot like breast of Gopis,
Who shines by the flute held in the hands which are of the red colour of the new leaves,
Who has lotus like feet which jeer the redness of the fully opened lotus flower,
And who has an attractive face due to the shine of his very sweet lips.
I surrender to the Lord, who is always worshipped by,
The ever present glances and sights of Gopis,
Who have forgotten themselves,
By the remembrance, of their passion filled love play.
In my heart he created a stir,
By the sight of his ever shifting eyes,
With his heart full of happiness and joy,
And the young pretty damsels of Vruja,
Saw his body and drowned themselves in the sea of joy.
I carry always the lotus like feet of Lord Krishna,
Which are always ready to provide protection to those who surrender,
Which put down the pride of a group of lotus flowers,
And which is the spot where Goddess Lakshmi plays in this world.
Let my mind be filled with the eyes of lord who is a child,
Which are mature with love, which are the cause of all wealth,
Which are the reason for the increasing prettiness through out the day,
Which is new every day, which is anxious to fulfill more desires,
And which is interested in fulfilling all the desires.
The form of Krishna as a child is tinged with passion,
And is as pretty as the blind and exuberant waves of the sea of sweetness,
And let my mind always follow the feet of that Lord Krishna,
Which are the land from which joy is grown,
And which shine by the light of the smile of his moon like face,
The very pretty lotus like face of the Lord assumes,
A perplexed look when he himself starts appreciating,
The soulful and strange music,that flows from his flute.
And let that Lord Krishna dance with his lotus like feet,
In my mind drowned in the essence of devotion,
Oh Lord of Gopis, My mind, is quivering,
By the pretty tinkling sound of your gem studded anklets,
And imagined, seeing a lotus forest in the river Yamuna,
And saw pretty swans swimming and singing sweetly there.
Let my mind be the playing arena of the sweet lips,
The young reddish broad eyes, filled with mercy,
The chest filled with emotions on hugging the breast of Rukhmani,
And the music of his flute,which makes the minds of sages weak.
Oh lord with childish looks and music of the flute
When you half close your lotus like eyes and with passion kiss,
With sweetness and joy the noble bride of the Vruja clan,
In my heart also similar emotions come towards you.
The jingling sound of the bangles, the yellow silk which keeps slipping,
The hair not arranged properly, the peacock feathers which have fallen down, Oh lord,
And the tight embrace in her hands again by your sweet heart,
Keep on coming to my mind, when I think of the love play of yours, Oh Lord.
Hearing the prattle of the pretty Vruja maidens about their love play with you,
When you were feigning to be asleep, you were struggling to stop the slow smile,
With a wish to hear more of those stories, but you were not able to stop,
Showing the standing erect of the hairs on your body and I pray you in that form.
Except near the breasts of the pretty Gopis,
Who had peculiar type of lines in their hands,
And the heart of great sages meditating him,
And below the trees of the pleasant Brindavan,
Where else can we see the great Lord?
When will I able to see the boy who plays,
The sweet compositions which emanates from his face,
Which are complete and are nectar like,
Which are fit to be worshipped,
And which are played by him on his flute.
Oh moon like Krishna,please cool my eyes,
By your merciful looks which shine in different colours,
By the feast of youth that flows from your young age,
And by your playfulness in you that rules the world.
When will I be able to drown in the series of glances,
That are drenched in mercy, which are as blue as the kuvalaya[6] flowers of Yamuna?
When I will be cooled by the crescent adorning the head of Shiva?
And when I will be lucky to get my mind cooled by the music of your flute?
I would like to see the prettiest one in all the three worlds,
Whose face with a smile is beyond all description,
Whose chest has the stamp of the breasts of Gopis,
And whose body with the blue brilliance spreads in all places.
Bless me with a side long glance of yours,
Which is mixed with sweet music from your flute,
For if you are pleased with me,
I do not need any other one,
And if you are not pleased with me.
What is the use of others getting pleased with me.
Our eyes are thirsting to see your childhood form,
Where your hair was made up by using peacock feathers,
When you were worshipped by lotus like eyes of Gopis,
And when your face used to defeat moon as well lotus by its looks.
Your child hood form is the most wonderful in the world,
And that is why my infirm mind wishes to see it,
And what should I do now to see that form shining with a flute,
And having a very dear lotus like face and what austerities should I follow?
Blessed with the taste of nectar and the beauty of meaning are your words,
With your broad eyes changing according to the context,
Especially showing lovely emotions,when you talk with love
To the Gopi maidens mostly consisting of sweet nothings.
When I will be lucky enough to you personally come before me,
With a sweet face resembling the full moon of autumn,
And play your flute and break my Samadhi,
Oh great sea,which is full of mercy.
I am terribly interested in seeing your playfully childish form.
Which clearly shows the changing emotions of childhood,
Which increases the wave like emotions of my mind,
And your juicy glance with ever playful eyes.
The attraction of your pretty face before me,
With the flowing joyful tunes from the flute,
And several other things which are very pretty,
Makes my mind very weak, why is it, why is it.
Oh Lord, till I get out of the ties of this life,
And reach the permanent place near yours,
Let my activities of mind be doubly involved,
With your moon like face and become one with you.