nandera nandana, dosi nahe kona jana,
gokule ke Ache hena nArI/
hAya hAma abhAgini, hainu kula kalankini,
kahile nayane bahe bAri//
anyera ye apayasa, kahite sunite dosa,
Ache hena vidhira vidhAna/
AmAra kalanka yata, gAna kare bhAgavata,
phukAri vedAdi purAna//
keha gAya dhire dhire, keha gAya ucchasvare,
keha vA japaye mane mane/
emana sunechi kathA, AmAra adbhuta kathA,
guru deya sisyera sravane//
AmAra kathAya rabe ye, AmAra mata habe se,
basIyA kahinu vrndAvane/
vasu rAmAnanda sukhe, vacana nA sphure mukhe,
dhArA bahe yugala nayane//
Is there any Gokula damsel that Nanda's son has not spoiled?
Ah me alas! my ill-fortune, if I speak I can only weep,
for I am also a kalankini and my reputation is soiled!
To speak or hear of the infamy of others is certainly a vice,
yet such is my destiny, that my defilement is sung
throughout the Bhagavata and proclaimed in all the holy writ,
the Vedas and Puranas. Some sing my infamy gently and slow,
some sing at the top of thier voice while others contemplate
my faults in thier mind with silent muttering.
Elsewhere a guru whispers into the ear of a dicsiple
the wondrous tidings of my shame.
Alas! and whoever hears the tidings of my shame
becomes like me, and stays here in Vrndavana;
Vasu Ramananda is in bliss, words fail to manifest from the mouth,
but from the eyes flow streams of tears!
