“Adorned with lovely, auspicious flower garlands on the chest, with peacock feathers in your hair, your ears are adorned with a bunch of flowers, and wearing beautiful, bright clothes , You played sweet music on the flute for the girls, with hair adorned with fragrant kongu flowers and flirted with them Won't you come and play music on your flute one day to enthrall us?"

king of Madhura, Govindan, the princely son of Nandagopan the little child of the cowherds plays his flute , young Apsarases come down from the sky and approach him, their hearts melting and their flower-like else and hear only the music of his flute. 277 வானிளவரசுவைகுந்தக்குட்டன் வாசுதேவன்மதுரைமன்னன் * kovalar kuṭṭaṉ — the Child of, nantakopaṉ — Nandagopar, kovintaṉ — when Kannan, kuḻal kŏṭu — took his flute , maṉam uruki — to listen to the heart melting music, malarkkaṇkal̤ — from their flower-like eyes, paṉippa

/ எழுசீர்க் கழிநெடிலடி ஆசிரிய விருத்தம் Will be accepted among the devotees Will become a devotee and remain as one forever In Brindavan, Krishna played the flute. The melody of the flute made the cowherd women and celestial maidens forget their tasks. The cows were engrossed in the music and stood still. The plants, vines, and trees rejoiced.

When Govindan takes his flute in his hands, bends his eyebrows, blows the air from his stomach and plays Their hair decorated with flowers becomes undone, their dresses become loose and holding their slipping leaning towards the left shoulder, irukai — and with both hands come together, kūṭa — holding the flute pot, kovintaṉ — Kannan's, vāy kaṭai kūṭa — lips meet the flute, kuḻal kŏṭu ūtiṉa potu — when He plays — and deers, malar — in a state of forgetfulness, with flowers in their hair, kūntal aviḻa — their locks

On his left ear he wears a lovely thondri flower and his long hair is adorned with jasmine and forest mauval flowers. Seeing the beauty of the cowherd child, as he comes playing his flute, my daughter is in love with him — உடல் மெலியப்பெற்றாள் valaṅ kātil — on His left ear, meltoṉṟip pū aṇintu — He had a lovely thondri flower vaṉamālai — jasmine, kuḻal tāḻa viṭṭu — taking and, tīṅkuḻal — the divine flute and, vāy maṭuttu — keeping

When she hears the sweet sound of the flute, she thinks of her wondrous Kaṇṇaṉ and goes into raptures The sweet strain from a wayfarer’s flute electrifies the Nāyakī who sees in it Kṛṣṇa Himself, who was pūththaru puṇarchchi" (boy approaching the girl with a flower), "punal taru puṇarchchi" (boy rescuing When a girl desires a flower from a tall tree, and the boy climbs it, disregarding his safety to gift her the flower, she thinks, "He took all this effort, disregarding his own safety," and presents herself

The jasmine flowers, rich with honey and fragrance, waft their gentle scent. The cool, pleasant sandalwood and the sweet, amorous notes from Kaṇṇaṉ's flute, played for the shepherd even more cruel than Himself, the enchanting melody of His flute is the last straw to break her back - **Madhu maṇa malligai mandhak kōvai...** - The garland, densely woven with jasmine flowers rich in Even if I survived the other tormenting elements, I would not withstand this sound of the flute.

புல்லாங்குழலை ஊதுவாயாக un — you are smiling at us; your,, thāmarai purai — attractive like a lotus flower play your flute for us at least one day); upon your flute's melody, they will listen; then, they will commences playing his flute. Let me sing while remaining right here," and he begins playing the flute. play the flute.

When the matchless one, the chief of the cowherds adorned with dark-eyed peacock feathers and a silk garment tied tightly and beautifully on his handsome body, plays the flute, the enthralled trees stand without moving; flowers pour down honey-like drops as if to bow and worship him and straight rare jewels, āyar pĕrumāṉ — the Lord of cowherds, ūtiṉa potu — when He plays, avaṉ ŏruvaṉ kuḻal — His flute vīḻum — flowers fall, kŏmpukal̤ tāḻum — the branches, val̤ar — that were reaching upwards, iraṅkum —

Vishnuchithan the chief of Puduvai composed pāsurams about how music flowed like a flood of nectar from the holes of the bamboo flute in the beautiful hands of curly-haired Govindan with a tuft on his on His forehead, ūṭu kumiḻttuk — through, kuḻal muḻaiñcukal̤iṉ — the holes of the flute, komal̤a vāyil Kannan plays with His beautiful mouth, kuḻal muḻavam vil̤ampum — the divine music, kŏḻittu iḻinta — flows chief of Srivilliputhur, kul̤ir vāyiṉarāki — will develop sweet speech, kuḻalai vĕṉṟa — winning the flute

His dark color is like mass of clouds, his face is beautiful like a red lotus, and his dark curly hair falls on His face like the bees that swarm the lotus When he plays his flute, the herd of deer, fascinated with his music, forgets to graze and chew and the grass that they have eaten hangs from their mouths is low hanging, vaṇṭiṉam pole — like bees, malar cūḻ — that surrounds, cĕṅkamala — the red lotus flowers the enchanted deers, kuḻal ocai vaḻiye — after listening to the music, ūtukiṉṟa — that comes from the flute

He plays the flute sweetly, leads cows to pasture, and embraces the fish-eyed Piṉṉai, whose locks are adorned with fragrant flowers, among countless other miracles. been devoted by Periyāḻvār to a thrilling description of the enthralling strains from Lord Kṛṣṇā’s flute kuzhal — flute, ūdhiṝum — played, nirai — cattle, mĕyththadhum — herded, keṇdai — like keṇdai [a dark Here, it conveys that He would play sweet melodies on the flute, which resonate with the names of the

to our cowherd village by his father Nandan at night when he was a child is the beloved of Lakshmi and He plays a bamboo flute and my daughter loves him. Her flower-like eyes are weary, her breasts are round, and her lotus-red mouth has grown pale. O beautiful friend, come and see how my daughter suffers. What can I do? What can I do?”

The sweet music of the flute is tantalizing. The bees gather honey from the white jasmine and many other flowers, diving deep and humming. bulls, nāgugal̤ — mother cows, ugal̤um — roaming around joyfully due to the bliss;, kuzhalgal̤um — flutes — with growing creepers, mullai — wild jasmine, karumugai — malabar jasmine, malligaigal̤ — jasmine flowers " - **Kodiyana ...** - To corral the scattered cows, all the cowherds employ their flutes in the evening

Should Gopāl's enchanting flute tempt my heart and steal it, while His heart turns to stone? Pity! But she couldn’t, having been attracted by the sweet strains from His magic flute, conveying, as it were All these were conveyed by Him through the flute, which naturally put the Nāyakī back into the picture - **"avan ..."** - The sweet sound of his flute does not allow me to retreat, thinking that he has now His flute seems to convey, "I was separated from you all day; my arrival is delayed; I cannot endure

When Govindan plays the flute holding it in his small fingers, as his beautiful eyes close, his red cheeks puff out and his brow sweats with small drops of water, flocks of birds leave their nests, come They bend their heads, listening to the music of the flute and move their ears as if they are dancing taṭavip parimāṟa — Govindan plays the flute holding it, ciṟu viralkal̤ — in His small fingers, cĕṅkaṇ plays it, paṟavaiyiṉ kaṇaṅkal̤ — flocks of birds, kūṭu tuṟantu — leave their nests, vantu — come to

The lord who plays sweet music on his flute is the god of Thiruvenkatam where gypsies plant millet seeds in the fields that grow along with bamboo that rises and touches the sky. 2370 முடிந்தபொழுதில் குறவாணர் skies, vĕngadam — thiruvĕngadam, mĕl oru nāl̤ ­ — at an earlier point of time, thīm kuzhal — the sweet flute , vāy vaiththān — kaṇṇapirān (krishṇa) who kept [that flute] on his divine lips, silambu — his divine

Our highest lord with red eyes and strong shoulders a lion among the gods, who was born to Devaki as a child plays his flute, listen to the plight of the Gandharvas wandering in the sky, Fascinated by the nectar-like music, they say, “He, the highest, is playing the flute, ” and feeling ashamed that they can’t play like him, they stand, join their hands and worship him. 280 செம்பெருந்தடங்கண்ணன்திரள்தோளன் gods, innāl̤ kuḻal ūta — when He plays the flute, iṭar uṟṟaṉa kel̤īr — hear the plight of those, keṭṭavarkal̤

They will not understand the beauty of the sweet music of the flutes of the cowherds, or the suffering irangādhār — those who are not disheartened after hearing the sweet music played by the shepherd on his flute

You go into the grove and play soft music enthralling everyone. The cowherd girls with soft curly hair surround you to listen to your music and worship you. You are naughty and the cowherd women are always complaining about you. with Your, mĕṉ kuḻal — flute, maruṭṭār — that is mesmerizing, vāy vaittu — you play music, kaṉṉiyar women, av āyar tam pāṭi — of Aiyarpadi, curuṭṭār — with soft curly hair, mĕṉkuḻal — decorated with flowers