MIMING UNDER THE HILL

It is the night of the Rasa dance and Krishna has suddenly disappeared. 
The Gopis are desperate and search for Him in the forest asking the plants, the trees, the deer, who has seen the beautiful son of Nanda Maharaja, He has run away after stealing their hearts.

 SB 10.30.6[The gopis said] O asvattha tree, O plaksa, O nyagrodha have you seen Krishna? That son of Nanda Maharaja has gone away after stealing our minds with His loving smiles and glances.”

Some gopis start to mime His pastimes and one of them raises the shawl over her head simulating the Govardhan Hill and remembering this pastime when Krishna raised the Hill. 

SB 10.30.20“Don’t be afraid of the wind and rain” said one gopi “I will save you” And with that she lifted her shawl above her head."

They were there under the Hill exchanging glances with Krishna, without never having to take their eyes off of Him.  This was an unique occasion for the Gopis : they could look at Krishna day and night for seven days, as also all the Vrajavasis along with the cows were also staring at Him with widened eyes while He held up the Govardhan Hill. 

SB 10.25.33“While Krishna was lifting Govardhana Hill, Radha and other beloved gopis, unnoticed by others were intimately associating with Him by exchanging secret glances from a distance.”Purport by Sri Visvanath Chakravarti Thakura.

So, the inspiration of this lyric was to paint in vivid colors the combination of these two pastimes : the search of the Gopis in the night of the Rasa dance and the loving exchanges at the time of the lifting of Govardhan Hill.

  Now put into music: https://soundcloud.com/mauro-auaro/miming-under-the-hill-v2015

Drowned by the water of separation

feelings of burning sensation

I ask the birds, the flowers and trees

The One with blue skin have you seen?

O friend, hold your shawl

over us, cover all

in the way Shyam kept it still

When He held up the Hill !

Keep your cloth up with one finger

try to mime His voice timbre

smile as He smiles, He’s in my mind

how the ropes of love do bind!

                    

Spread open this veil,as the Hill,

give repair

to the hearts soaked in despair

the black curly hair, the red of His lips,

The golden  wrapping on His hips;

I ask the river ,the groves and cows

where’s the lover with His dancing eyebrows

O deer, o clouds, up in  the sky

where is our lotus-eyed?

Night after night   (R)

Day after day

exchanging glances you and us

right under there,

never before our love was let free 

you know we could not dare

don’t hide, come back, we can’t bear.

SB 10.30.2 “As the cowherd women remembered Lord Krishna their hearts were overwhelmed by His movements and loving smiles, His playful glances and enchanting talks and by many other pastimes He would enjoy with them. Thus absorbed in thoughts of Krishna the Lord of Ramaa, the gopis began acting out His various transcendental pastimes”.