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~"Although this blog features the voices of women primarily, with the new year of 2013, we welcome select, occasional submissions by men that honor the feminine voice. Here we feature the voices of women from the ancient Bhagavat Purana's poetry, exhibiting the sentiments of passionate love for the Supreme Divine that characterizes the path of bhakti-yoga, as translated by my multi-talented friend Vic DiCara."~ 


The epic poems of India eclipse those of any other culture, in length, in quantity, and, at least in my personal opinion, in beauty.

There is one tale in particular, identified as "Beautiful tales of the all-attractive" (Srimad Bhagavata Purana), which is the most exquisitely fruited blossom of all of India's spiritual-poetic efforts.

"Secrets" Fine Art Painting by Dhriti Dasi
The key voices in this epic poem are, most often, women. There is one section early in the opening canto in particular which I am moved to translate and present to you today. It is a scene where Krishna (the "All-Attractive") is preparing to leave a city, and several male priests are performing rituals in his honor. Belittling these priests, the story instead focuses on a group of women standing on their rooftops and balconies and flirting with Krishna as they chatter excitedly amongst themselves.

I think this is so relevant to us because not only does it make the appealing point that the feminine approach to divinity is superior to the masculine; but it also shows that the ritualistic approach is inferior to the emotive.

I don't want to detract from the beauty of this piece by introducing it forever. So lets dive into this juicy delight. I've rendered most of it in prose, because to match the Sanskrit poetics while retaining the deep and intricate meanings is an impossible challenge.

Divine Gossip
Those women, completely smitten with Krishna, chattered excitedly amongst themselves, while sharing glances with Krishna from the rooftop. They pointed to Krishna with graceful hands and love-laden glances, saying, “That man is unlike all other men! He is the Complete Original Male!”

“What do you mean by that?” One lady asked excitedly.

“It means,” another answered, without removing her eyes from Krishna’s, “that he and he alone existed in the very beginning of things – a complete but unexpanded absolute quantum of consciousness.”

With breathy tones and a long sigh, one lady interrupted: “How could a ‘quantum of consciousness’ be as handsome and attractive as Krishna???”

Inspired by love, the lady who started the conversation explained: “This singular, absolute self,” she said, gesturing as if in a dance towards Krishna, “expands into all the differentiations, individualities, and relativities that we see all around us, and more.”

“But why?” asked a lady, who was barely able to think in her swoon as Krishna’s driver took up the reigns.

“I will explain it in words,” came the answer, “but everyone already knows it well from practical experience: To exist is to experience. The best experience is pleasure. The best pleasure is love. Love is realized in relationships. Relationships require individuality. That’s why he became everyone and everything!”

All the ladies fell into satisfied silence, gazing upon the beauty and charms of the All-Attractive. All their energies lovingly flowed like rivers from their hearts, through their eyes, into the ocean of sweetness, Śrī Krishna.

The woman who started this conversation then brought it full circle: “Since all things come from him, all things yearn to return to him. All energy must complete its circuit. So, my friends, all us of only exist for him. When we give all our energy and being to him, the circuit is complete and we feel peace and satisfaction, similar to the deepest sleep.”

“Do you mean,” asked another lady, “that we must merge back into the source from which we have come? Is that why we are so hopelessly and completely attracted to Krishna?”

“Yes,” the main woman answered with a very suggestive flicker of her eyebrows, “we must merge ourselves into him, my dear!”

Another woman spoke up, “Just look at those bald-headed priests! They are sitting so calmly chanting mantras and hymns. What is that all about!? To them, the idea of ‘merging back into the original self’ means complete annihilation of their miserable existence! In so doing they do not please the Original Husband at all. They merely erase themselves from displeasing him – which I suppose is better than… nothing… if you get my pun.”

Laughing, the women continued:

“Yes, The Original One made us individuals because he wanted individuals - so he could share the bliss of love!...

How odd that those so-called doctors and scholars can’t understand such simple things! Fools who know nothing of the ways of love seek to lose their differentiation by ending their individuality. Ha! We are no such fools! We have the right idea about how to ‘merge’ with that man in ‘sleep’! We will lose our differentiation from him in the heights of that love. There is no higher perfection!”

Another lady took the lead and declared, “Can we say that he is ‘sexy’? Ha! Wouldn’t that be the world’s most pathetic understatement of all time!? His manly virility is of cosmic proportions! He impregnates nature herself! Thus she bears so many children – giving names and forms to all of the creatures and people throughout history.”

Another lady spoke with more serious gravity, “My dears, the seed of the soul is yet a nameless, formless thing. He places this seed into his wives, so they can develop into children with specific names and forms. His seed is born into temporary, material names and form through the womb of material nature – but through the womb of spiritual nature his seed is born into an eternal, limitless name and form!”

The ladies fell silent for a while, plunged into the depths of astonishment. Eventually one broke the silence, “And as a good father sets the rules of the household, similarly this Original Male establishes the laws of nature, such as karma, which govern how his children attain and use their names and forms.”

Pointing towards Krishna with a timid hand trembling out of excitement, another woman said:

 “We see that man before us with our very eyes! Do you know how much trouble yogis and even the gods themselves go through to be able to catch a glimpse of what we are now feasting our eyes upon!?"

 "They work so hard to control the selfish desires in the heart that obscure pure devotion, because they know that pure love is the only lens through which the limited eye can behold the limitless beauty of the All-Attractive.”

Her voice faded into a whisper and then fell silent.

Another woman began singing a love song, and then stopped to explain, “Dear friends, that man is the real topic for love songs! Such songs are real spiritual discussion.”

“Ah,” answered her friend, “but who will write such songs?  The world is full instead of worthless hymns, mantras, poems, and lyrics.”

The girl answered quickly and confidently, “We will! We alone know the Vedas’ most intimate secret of the most intimate object!”

An older woman sitting a bit apart with folded arms finally blurted out:

 “Oh please! You are just ridiculously in love with that charismatic heartbreaker, that’s all."

 "You are just lusty, pritter-prattering young urban girls. Why on earth are you insulting priests, scholars, and real spiritualists by pretending to be some deep and mysterious philosophers and transcendentalists!?”

“Oh be quiet, you old crow!” shouted the young ladies in unison. “If you had half an ear you would already know the answer to your own question. He is no ordinary charmer! He alone is the true master of everything in the universe! You people speak of gods of universal creation, maintenance, and annihilation – but the truth is that all such things take place effortlessly as a result of his playful will!”

“Playful!?”  The old woman attempted to retort. “What could possibly be ‘playful’ about universal creation and destruction!?!?”

With a long sigh and quiet laugh, the girls said, “You really are thick-headed, grandma. Everything exists merely for the sake of joy, for play. All the sufferings and disasters in this world are our own doing, as a result of protest against our inherent nature to facilitate his play. Yes, this entire universe is nothing but play.”

Seeing the persistent sour look on the old woman’s face start to barely give way to curiosity, they invited her, “Unfold your arms, and come over here with us. Get a good, clear view of our handsome Master. We think your dry old breasts will again perk up when you see him with your own eyes! And when your bosom blossoms with love for him you too will clearly see all these confidential secrets of reality kept hidden from those with eyes blinded by turning away from the sunlight of Godhead towards the darkness of ego.”

The young ladies help the old woman appreciate Krishna properly by recounting a well-known philosophical principle of the time.

When immoral, dark-hearted kings thrive

Then he manifests his absolute goodness 
With opulence, reality, truthfulness, compassion and fame
In many forms, aeon after aeon.
All the women, young and old, overcome with the deepest ecstasy then exclaimed in one voice:

Aho! How very praiseworthy is the Yadu family!

Aho! How very praiseworthy is their Sweet Forest!
The greatest person of all, the husband of the Goddess of Fortune,
Was born from them, and walks amongst them!

Aho! The Land of Kusha Grass[1]

Raises the virtuous fame of the earth
Higher than the glories of heaven
Because it’s citizens always see the kindness-laden smiling glance
Of the soul’s true husband!

His queens must have perfectly worshiped the Master 

With vows involving rituals, baths, and so on,
In their previous lives.
For these women drink, again and again, 
The heavenly nectar of his lips,
The mere hope for which causes the women of Vraja to faint![2]
“He took his wife from the midst of very powerful heroes who were competing for her hand in marriage, belittling them all,” they continued to exclaim. “He took other wives in a similarly manly manner. Now he has many excellent children like Pradyumna and Sāmba. He even took thousands of women at once by killing that demonic king, Bhauma. They were no longer single, no longer pure, but oh how perfectly they expressed the highest aspirations of femininity – for the Lotus-Eyed Husband always stays within their homes, with heartfelt gifts and caresses.”

Hearing all this talk from the city ladies, Hari sent them his blissful glance and smile. Then he departed.

[1] The “Land of Kusha Grass” (kuśasthali) is Krishna’s home city, Dvārakā.
[2] The queens are exceedingly fortunate because they regularly swoon from the taste of the lips of their All-Attractive husband; but the damsels of Vraja are even more fortunate because they constantly swoon merely by contemplating his kisses.

Vic DiCara (Vraja Kishor Das) took up the practices of divine love, or bhakti-yoga, in 1990. True to his musician nature he concentrated mostly on kirtan and japa of the Hare Krishna mahamantra. For the last twenty years he has been studying the pertinent  Sanskrit scriptures and guidebooks, eventually leading him to become intimate with the ancient language and the concepts it attempts to convey. He began writing by creating a short fantasy novel in fifth grade, and has been writing poems, essays, short stories, books and booklets ever since. He is an accomplished songwriter and musician, a professional astrologer, and a reluctant computer programmer. Vic is also a husband to a beautiful musician and yogini named Yunika (Shyama Sakhi Dasi), and father of four. He lives in Japan with his family where he also serves as an English teacher. You may contact him on facebook here or visit his website here. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


  1. If any gossip is to be uttered it should definitely only be gossip about Krishna! Thank you for this alluring rendition of the divine gossip exchanged between these bhakti-yoginis of antiquity. I especially liked this passage: ""To exist is to experience. The best experience is pleasure. The best pleasure is love. Love is realized in relationships. Relationships require individuality....but we lose our individuality in the heights of love! There is no higher perfection!" Simply beautiful!

  2. Oooooh!!! The sparkly animated pictures put an extra spark in the "sattvikabhava"! Thank you. The animated eyes are breathtaking. I also love the tag you put on the post "Passionate love for God"

    1. Yes, the animated eyes are also my favorite. So happy you like them also. Always a pleasure to share you work!


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