A Hundred Blooms

In Spring when tender Malayan breezes fondle the creepers of clove vines
lt is hard for lovers to be parted in spring, my friend
clothing the forest with pollen, like robes of silk,
Even the minds of sages turn to folly
Huts and bowers resound with the mingled noise of kokila birds
The wind here burns the heart like the gushing forth of the love god's life
Attended by scent of opening ketaki flowers,
And tender tamala sprouts are brushed with the violent scent of deer musk,

Tender limbed Radha walks with her friend in the forest, searching for Krishna Her thoughts are maddened
Her movement is crazed
She’s in a fever of love
Kimsaka flowers are red,
Like the nails of the love god’s fingers as they tear young hearts.
And the traveling traders spend their hour of religious meditation recalling sweet union with women dear as their lives
All their wistful sighs pass like arrows
Winds from sandalwood mountains
long to plunge into the snows of Himalayan peaks
after weeks of writhing
in the hot bellies of ground snakes
Radha's friend knows where Krishna is
And every branch upon the Vakul tree, droops downward with a hundred blooms in every bloom a bee
Laughing Krishna dreams his spring away
and Patal buds fill drowsy bees from pink delicious bowls,
Playing with the other cowherd women.
May his broad chest bring you pleasure, too
Radha's friend leads her to Krishna,
Krishna, the wild Himalayan goose
and sings to her on the way,
on lakes in minds of holy men
to tease her, and to heighten the mood

Hari’s Flute

Hari likes to fool around with gorgeous women ready for love
Hari likes to fool around with gorgeous women ready for love
Sandalwood, garment of yellow
And lotus blossoms upon his body of blue
Colored light beams through his dancing earrings
And plays on his parted lips too
Hari likes to fool around with gorgeous women ready for love
Hari likes to fool around with gorgeous women ready for love
Hari’s flute sings with a sweet low song
A lovely voice rises to sing along
All the while their limbs caress
As she grazes him with her beautiful breasts
Hari likes to fool around with gorgeous women ready for love
Hari likes to fool around with gorgeous women ready for love
Conducting the love sport with love for all
Bringing delight into being
Conducting the love sport with love for all
Bringing delight into being
Another girl stares, transfixed in a daze
Held by Hari’s loving gaze
Her passion aroused in a deepening trance
By his quivering look and sidelong glance
Hari likes to fool around with gorgeous women ready for love
Hari likes to fool around with gorgeous women ready for love
Comes a woman with rounded hips
Who leans to his ear with trembling lips
Seems she has a secret to whisper,
but graces his cheek with a lover’s kiss
Hari likes to fool around with gorgeous women ready for love
Hari likes to fool around with gorgeous women ready for love
Hari retreats to his forest bower
Coyly enticing another lover
The eager girl grabs at his silken drape
And pulls him back for more amorous play
Hari likes to fool around with gorgeous women ready for love
Hari likes to fool around with gorgeous women ready for love
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He praises a girl for her rhythmic dance
Bracelets jangling on her clapping hands
She loses herself in his dance of love
Perfectly timed with his flute’s sweet song
As if they’ve gone drunk with wine
They revel in his joy divine
As if they’ve gone drunk with wine
They revel in his joy divine
He embraces one woman, he kisses another
And fondles another beautiful one
He looks at another one, lovely with smiles
And starts in pursuit of yet another woman

Wanton Ways Blues

She saw me surrounded in the crowd of women
And she went away
I was too ashamed, too afraid to stop her
Damn my wanton ways!
My wanton ways made her leave in anger,
Damn my wanton ways!
What will she do, what will she say to me
For deserting her this long?
I have little use for wealth or for people
Or even my life or my home!
My wanton ways made her leave in anger,
Damn me!
I brood on her brow, curving over her anger-shadowed face
Like a red lotus, shadowed by a bee hovering above
My wanton ways made her leave in anger,
Damn my wanton ways!
In my heart’s sleepless state
I wildly enjoy her loving me
Why do I follow her now in the woods?
Why do I cry in vain?
My wanton ways made her leave in anger,
Damn!
Radha,
I know jealousy wastes your heart
But I can’t beg your forgiveness when I don’t know where you are!
My wanton ways made her leave in anger,
Damn me!
You haunt me now
Disappearing, appearing, who knows when?
Forgive me now, I won’t do this to you again!
Give me a vision, beautiful Radha
I burn with passion of love!
Give me a vision, beautiful Radha
I burn with passion of love!

In a Forest on an Island

Dressed for the occasion in the customary garb of love,
Her hair all disheveled and the flowers in it all disarranged
A certain girl, excelling in her charms unrivaled, dallies with the enemy of Madhu.
Transformed into another being, it seems, by the embrace of Hari,
All quivering the necklaces upon her breasts curved like a jar
A certain girl, excelling in her charms unrivaled, dallies with the enemy of Madhu.
Her face, a moon, is fondled by the fluttering petals in her hair,
The electric moisture of his lips turns to languor in her limbs
A certain girl, excelling in her charms unrivaled, dallies with the enemy of Madhu.
Her earrings bruise her cheek with the rhythmic motion of her head,
The tinkle of her belt rings, with a tremor of her hips
A certain girl, excelling in her charms unrivaled, dallies with the enemy of Madhu.
Her eyes close, her passion blooms
Her hairs stand on end
Delirious, they utter senseless sounds
In the fever of their love
Beautiful her body with the drops of sweat through love’s exertion,
Unswerving in love’s conflict, she collapses on his chest
In a forest on an island in the Jumna he plays, Mura's enemy, defeating me today.
In a forest on an island in the Jumna he plays, Mura's enemy, defeating me today.

Mad Crazy Love

My name is Jayadeva and I'm here today
with a tale of sexy lovers who paused in their love play
you see Krishna and Radha they got into a fight
and it would take a miracle to make it right
Radha's waitin’ lonely in her wooded river pad
Feelin’ mad crazy love for her sexy straying cad
Supported by her friends she feels the anger and the pain
of a love bird crushed by her orgy-crazed swain
(of a love bird crushed by her orgy-crazed swain)
Now Radha's sheddin’ tears in a hidden place
and Krishna would do anything to kiss her face
But she feels too proud and hurt about what he has done
So he got to sweet talk his hurtin' honeybun
(So he got to sweet talk his hurtin' honeybun)
Radha take me back
I love you so much
I itch for your scratch
I die for your touch
I'm a poet and I know it cause I'm full a words.
About a god and a mortal and some cute cowherds,
about the rut these cosmic lovers fell into
and the way they could fix it to find love true
Radha give it up and lock me in your arms
Punish me forever with your feminine charms
Burn me with this fire of love I have for you
and for extra good measure you can bite me too
Let your beauty reflect in my moonbird eye
Let your sweet lips prey upon my skin like sky
Please do what ever you want with me
But just before you do it
I got to take a pee
(A what? Did he really say what I thought he said?)
Please forgive me my radiant one
and let me taste the pleasures of your sweet sugar bun
Let me lift up forever my downcast eyes
and feel the five darts of your beauty's prize
your lotus eyes and Kunda teeth, lustrous and meek
You make every other woman look like freak
Your cheek like Madhuk, Your brow like banduka,
When I look at you I think I'm smokin’ a hookah!
(When I look at you. . . What’s a banduka?)
What is the question? Here’s the rub:
Krishna wants to try on Radha’s love glove
It’s the age-old problem when push comes to shove
For two having trouble findin’ the love
Now Radha's friend stirs up the longing from both sides
She say: “Radha, get real, he’s a god, and good besides.
open up your heart, and open up your loins
and Krishna stop acting like a salesman from Des Moines.”
“He wants so bad your loins which are a treasure heap
But he's a wreck he can’t forget he’s been a thoughtless creep
Sighing like a madman he pours out his grief
He sees his empty love bed but he can't find the thief.”
(He sees his empty love bed but he can't find the thief)
“Radha In her loneliness she sees you everywhere,
on a bus, in the street, by the Jumna, in the air
She is kissing cloud-like forms that she sees in the sky
She say: ‘Soothe me, end the stalemate, make me laugh instead of cry.’”
So Krishna goes to Radha's grove with makin’ piece in mind
But in her angry state she don’t repay him in kind
She says: “Out you callous jerk,
Your love tool’s far too inflated
Go find another bimba to entice it and deflate it.”
(Go find another bimba to entice it and deflate it)
Weaving bracelets from a bunch of supple lotus shoots
She keeps alive the memories that feed her love’s deep roots
Now Radha has delusions, she thinks I’m Madhu’s foe
While the tears rain down from the eyes of a doe
Radha take me back
I love you so much
I itch for your scratch
I die for your touch
I'm a poet and I know it ‘cause I'm full of words
About a god and a mortal and some cute cowherds
About the rut these cosmic lovers fell into
and the way they could fix it to find love true
The cuckoo’s song tantalizes Krishna’s head
The situation makes him feel he’s better off dead
Or on an island in the Jumna sporting around
But this time with Radha, his main squeeze, getting’ down
So in scintillating words this lovely poet has created
I will tell you what I’ve learned from the two who are mated:
Night lilly-eyed women feel love from their soul
In a paradox of passion-bound infinity

Only Speak

If you speak
Even just a little
The moonlight gleam of your teeth
Will shatter the darkness so frightful
That has come over me
Only speak
Only speak!

Gold on Sapphire

Those scratches tell me what you’ve been up to
Might as well write it in gold on sapphire
Your eyes are bloodshot from all night loving
How dare your hangdog eyes now try to meet mine
Oh get out of here with your lies!
Oh---------------
Go to her, she will ease your trouble
Your lips that I’ve touched, dark as your body,
From kissing her beautiful kohl painted eyes
Drops of red lac from her feet on your skin
Cause buds from the love tree to bloom on your chest
OH
Don't think those teeth marks she left on your lips
Now make me dream of your body with mine
Your heart must be blacker than your skin
You torture me knowing this fever I feel for you!

Yield to Me

If you speak
The moonlight gleaming on your teeth
Will dissipate the darkness of my fears
You are my life, my ornament
The jewel in the dark depths
Of the ocean of my being
Yield to me, my Radha,
And I will forever yield to you
Don’t weaken with pleasure
But take life from your cheating slave
Young men who love you
Fear the drawn bow of your eyebrows
Place your proud feet, my talisman, upon my head
And cure the torment of love’s pitiless fire

Nymphs of Heaven

Run, run to him, Radha, with the gait of the wild goose.
Your lips are one with the color of Bandhuka blossoms,
and the tender skin of your cheek, you rogue
Gleams pale like the madhuka flower
He’s faithful to you fool
The beautiful blue of the lotus is shown in your eyes
Your nose resembles the sesamum flower
Enter his intimate world
And altogether, my loved one, you, you with your teeth of jasmine,
The god whose weapons are flowers conquers the world with the hosts of your face!
Let your saffron body

With your languorous eyes,
brighten the night!
Your mouth, glistening like the moon,
Your gait, which delights all the people,
Your thighs, excelling the trunk of the banana tree!
As a cluster of light
With your skill at amorous play,
A night so dense,
with the sweet and beautiful shape of your
eyebrows;
it makes a touchstone
To test
the gold
of love
How wonderful, slender one, though on earth,
the way you bear in your person the nymphs of heaven!
O make him enjoy me my friend, that haughty destroyer of Kesi that Krishna so fickle
Radha, enter Madhava’s intimate world
He, whose act of desire made the anklets upon my jeweled feet jangle

Beat the war drum
He gave his kisses seizing the hair of my head
of your clinging girdleAnd to whom in his passionate love my girdle sounded in eloquence sweet
Ask your rounded breasts if they wear seductive pearls
or drops of pure water
O make him enjoy me my friend, that haughty destroyer of Kesi, that Krishna so fickle
Listen to the buzzing
Whose lotus eyes had closed a little, and who had drowsily grown
that bewilders tender women
Having tasted in bodily pleasure with me the shattering thrill in the end,
He worships your feet

With me whose vine-like body collapsed, unable to bear any more
Enter his intimate world
O make him enjoy me my friend, that haughty destroyer of Kesi, that Krishna so fickle
Jayadeva’s singing devalues necklaces!
And may he playfully make more pleasure, sung here by Sri Jayadeva
Describing his many and endless amours with beautiful gopi women.
It solves the paradox of beauty!

Bimba Lips

She looked at Hari
He desired only her
He had wanted her for such a very long time
His face was overcome with pleasure
And he was possessed with desire
Bimba Lips!
She imagined his perfect sandal spot
Like the disc of the moon in the dark
And his hair was a cloud studded with moonbeams!
Dada!
When he saw her face
The waves of many changes washed over his body
Like the ocean in dance with its waves ascending
when seeing the face of the moon
Bimba Lips!
His trembling, glancing eyes, like wagtails
Playing on a water-filled lotus
Teased her and urged her to passion
Like a mighty flood
He held her long and completely
His pearls shining
Like specks of foam on the river
Bimba Lips!
She looked at him
He desired only her,
He had wanted her for so long
His face was overwhelmed with pleasure
And he was possessed with desire

High Performance

Radha’s eyes let fall a shower of tears
The tears of delight went to the ends of her eyes
And fell on her flawless necklace
Their love play grown great was very delightful,
The low play, where thrills were a hindrance to firm embraces
Where their helpless closing of eyes was a hindrance to longing looks at each other,
and their secret talk was a hindrance to their drinking of each other's nectar of lips,
Where the skill of their love was hindered by boundless delight!
Hello?
They performed as never before throughout the course of the conflict of love She, lying over his beautiful body, to triumph over her lover;
and their hearts beat fast and their eyes grew heavy and closed;
For how many women prevail in the male performance?

In the Morning

The happy one drank in her face
Whose lips were washed with the juice of his mouth
His mouth half-open
Uttering amorous noises
Vague and delirious
His rows of teeth on the breath of an indrawn sigh
Delightedly chattering
Then Radha, free of love’s obstacles
Radha, whose lover lay prone in her power
Said to her lover:
“Paint my eyes with kohl, my love, which you smudged with your kisses,
Releasing love’s arrows!
Put in my earrings which are the bobbing nooses of passion
Shape the curls on my spotless brow
They resemble a cluster of bees
And they make you laugh!
Make a sandal spot on my forehead
Like a finger of rabbit tracks on the moon
Rabbit tracks on the moon, my love
Let’s make rabbit tracks on the moon!
Place your heart in these words of Jayadeva
Ridding with his nectar sweet as God’s own feet
This obsessive age of its fever!
“Oh beautiful-hearted one
Cover my love zone,
My beautiful love zone,
The cavern of love to be feared!”
And he who wore the yellow garment
Did as he was told
Compared to love’s own glorious flavor
Sugar is only sweet, and water’s bitter
Mangos and the human lip lament!
May pure and unclouded joy
Come from the movements of the lovers’ hands
As his black hair mixes with her necklace of pearls
Where the dark Jumna
Meets the white stream
At Prayaga

all lyrics ©Heidi Drucker and Tom Fallat 2005