Кришна-чалиса कृष्ण चालीसा

दोहा

बंशी शोभित कर मधुर, नील जलद तन श्याम।
अरुण अधर जनु बिम्बफल, नयन कमल अभिराम॥

पूर्ण इन्द्र, अरविन्द मुख, पीताम्बर शुभ साज।
जय मनमोहन मदन छवि, कृष्णचन्द्र महाराज॥

जय यदुनन्दन जय जगवन्दन।
जय वसुदेव देवकी नन्दन॥

जय यशुदा सुत नन्द दुलारे।
जय प्रभु भक्तन के दृग तारे॥

जय नटनागर, नाग नथइया।
कृष्ण कन्हइया धेनु चरइया॥

पुनि नख पर प्रभु गिरिवर धारो।
आओ दीनन कष्ट निवारो॥

वंशी मधुर अधर धरि टेरौ।
होवे पूर्ण विनय यह मेरौ॥

आओ हरि पुनि माखन चाखो।
आज लाज भारत की राखो॥

गोल कपोल, चिबुक अरुणारे।
मृदु मुस्कान मोहिनी डारे॥

राजित राजिव नयन विशाला।
मोर मुकुट वैजन्तीमाला॥

कुंडल श्रवण, पीत पट आछे।
कटि किंकिणी काछनी काछे॥

नील जलज सुन्दर तनु सोहे।
छबि लखि, सुर नर मुनिमन मोहे॥

मस्तक तिलक, अलक घुँघराले।
आओ कृष्ण बांसुरी वाले॥

करि पय पान, पूतनहि तार्यो।
अका बका कागासुर मार्यो॥

मधुवन जलत अगिन जब ज्वाला।
भै शीतल लखतहिं नंदलाला॥

सुरपति जब ब्रज चढ़्यो रिसाई।
मूसर धार वारि वर्षाई॥

लगत लगत व्रज चहन बहायो।
गोवर्धन नख धारि बचायो॥

लखि यसुदा मन भ्रम अधिकाई।
मुख मंह चौदह भुवन दिखाई॥

दुष्ट कंस अति उधम मचायो।
कोटि कमल जब फूल मंगायो॥

नाथि कालियहिं तब तुम लीन्हें।
चरण चिह्न दै निर्भय कीन्हें॥

करि गोपिन संग रास विलासा।
सब की पूरण करी अभिलाषा॥

केतिक महा असुर संहार्यो।
कंसहि केस पकड़ि दै मार्यो॥

मात पिता की बन्दि छुड़ाई।
उग्रसेन कहँ राज दिलाई॥

महि से मृतक छहों सुत लायो।
मातु देवकी शोक मिटायो॥

भौमासुर मुर दैत्य संहारी।
लाये षट दश सहस कुमारी॥

दै भीमहिं तृण चीर सहारा।
जरासिंधु राक्षस कहँ मारा॥

असुर बकासुर आदिक मार्यो।
भक्तन के तब कष्ट निवार्यो॥

दीन सुदामा के दुःख टार्यो।
तंदुल तीन मूंठ मुख डार्यो॥

प्रेम के साग विदुर घर मांगे।
दुर्योधन के मेवा त्यागे॥

लखी प्रेम की महिमा भारी।
ऐसे श्याम दीन हितकारी॥

भारत के पारथ रथ हाँके।
लिये चक्र कर नहिं बल थाके॥

निज गीता के ज्ञान सुनाए।
भक्तन हृदय सुधा वर्षाए॥

मीरा थी ऐसी मतवाली।
विष पी गई बजाकर ताली॥

राना भेजा साँप पिटारी।
शालीग्राम बने बनवारी॥

निज माया तुम विधिहिं दिखायो।
उर ते संशय सकल मिटायो॥

तब शत निन्दा करि तत्काला।
जीवन मुक्त भयो शिशुपाला॥

जबहिं द्रौपदी टेर लगाई।
दीनानाथ लाज अब जाई॥

तुरतहि वसन बने नंदलाला।
बढ़े चीर भै अरि मुँह काला॥

अस अनाथ के नाथ कन्हइया।
डूबत भंवर बचावइ नइया॥

सुन्दरदास आस उर धारी।
दयादृष्टि कीजै बनवारी॥

नाथ सकल मम कुमति निवारो।
क्षमहु बेगि अपराध हमारो॥

खोलो पट अब दर्शन दीजै।
बोलो कृष्ण कन्हैया की जै॥

दोहा

यह चालीसा कृष्ण का, पाठ करै उर धारि।
अष्ट सिद्धि नवनिधि फल, लहै पदारथ चारि॥

dohā

baṃśī śobhita kara madhura, nīla jalada tana śyāma।
aruṇa adhara janu bimbaphala, nayana kamala abhirāma॥

pūrṇa indra, aravinda mukha, pītāmbara śubha sāja।
jaya manamohana madana chavi, kṛṣṇacandra mahārāja॥

jaya yadunandana jaya jagavandana।
jaya vasudeva devakī nandana॥

jaya yaśudā suta nanda dulāre।
jaya prabhu bhaktana ke dṛga tāre॥

jaya naṭanāgara, nāga nathaiyā।
kṛṣṇa kanhaiyā dhenu charaiyā॥

puni nakha para prabhu girivara dhāro।
āo dīnana kaṣṭa nivāro॥

vaṃśī madhura adhara dhari ṭerau।
hove pūrṇa vinaya yaha merau॥

āo hari puni mākhana chākho।
āja lāja bhārata kī rākho॥

gola kapola, chibuka aruṇāre।
mṛdu muskāna mohinī ḍāre॥

rājita rājiva nayana viśālā।
mora mukuṭa vaijantīmālā॥

kuṇḍala śravaṇa, pīta paṭa āchhe।
kaṭi kiṅkiṇī kāchhanī kāchhe॥

nīla jalaja sundara tanu sohe।
chhabi lakhi, sura nara munimana mohe॥

mastaka tilaka, alaka ghũgharāle।
āo kṛṣṇa bāṃsurī vāle॥

kari paya pāna, pūtanahi tāryo।
akā bakā kāgāsura māryo॥

madhuvana jalata agina jaba jvālā।
bhai śītala lakhatahiṃ nandalālā॥

surapati jaba braja chaḍhyo risāī।
mūsara dhāra vāri varṣāī॥

lagata lagata vraja chahana bahāyo।
govardhana nakha dhāri bachāyo॥

lakhi yasudā mana bhrama adhikāī।
mukha maṃha chaudaha bhuvana dikhāī॥

duṣṭa kaṃsa ati udhama machāyo।
koṭi kamala jaba phūla maṅgāyo॥

nāthi kāliyahiṃ taba tuma līnheṃ।
charaṇa chihna dai nirbhaya kīnheṃ॥

kari gopina saṅga rāsa vilāsā।
saba kī pūraṇa karī abhilāṣā॥

ketika mahā asura saṃhāryo।
kaṃsahi kesa pakaḍi dai māryo॥

māta pitā kī bandi chhuḍāī।
ugrasena kahã rāja dilāī॥

mahi se mṛtaka chhahoṃ suta lāyo।
mātu devakī śoka miṭāyo॥

bhaumāsura mura daitya saṃhārī।
lāye ṣaṭa daśa sahasa kumārī॥

dai bhīmahiṃ tṛṇa chīra sahārā।
jarāsindhu rākṣasa kahã mārā॥

asura bakāsura ādika māryo।
bhaktana ke taba kaṣṭa nivāryo॥

dīna sudāmā ke duḥkha ṭāryo।
tandula tīna mūṇṭha mukha ḍāryo॥

prema ke sāga vidura ghara māṅge।
duryodhana ke mevā tyāge॥

lakhī prema kī mahimā bhārī।
aise śyāma dīna hitakārī॥

bhārata ke pāratha ratha hā̃ke।
liye chakra kara nahiṃ bala thāke॥

nija gītā ke jñāna sunāe।
bhaktana hṛdaya sudhā varṣāe॥

mīrā thī aisī matavālī।
viṣa pī gaī bajākara tālī॥

rānā bhejā sā̃pa piṭārī।
śālīgrāma bane banavārī॥

nija māyā tuma vidhihiṃ dikhāyo।
ura te saṃśaya sakala miṭāyo॥

taba śata nindā kari tatkālā।
jīvana mukta bhayo śiśupālā॥

jabahiṃ draupadī ṭera lagāī।
dīnānātha lāja aba jāī॥

turatahi vasana bane nandalālā।
baḍhe chīra bhai ari mũha kālā॥

asa anātha ke nātha kanhaiyā।
ḍūbata bhaṃvara bachāvai naiyā॥

sundaradāsa āsa ura dhārī।
dayādṛṣṭi kīje banavārī॥

nātha sakala mama kumati nivāro।
kṣamahu begi aparādha hamāro॥

kholo paṭa aba darśana dīje।
bolo kṛṣṇa kanhaiyā kī jai॥

dohā

yaha chālīsā kṛṣṇa kā, pāṭha kare ura dhāri।
aṣṭa siddhi navanidhi phala, lahai padāratha chāri॥

Доха

The sweet flute graces your hand, your dark form like a rain-laden cloud; your ruddy lips are like the bimba fruit, your eyes as lovely as lotuses.

Your face is full and radiant as the moon, set above a lotus, dressed in fine yellow silk; victory to you, Krishnachandra, the heart-enchanting king whose beauty rivals Kamadeva's.

Victory to the joy of the Yadu clan, victory to you whom the whole world reveres; victory to the son of Vasudeva and Devaki.

Victory to the darling son of Yashoda and Nanda; victory to you, Lord, the very light of your devotees' eyes.

Victory to the master performer who tamed the serpent; Krishna Kanhaiya, herder who tends the cows.

You held up the great mountain upon your fingertip; come now, Lord, and remove the sufferings of the humble.

With the sweet flute resting on your lips, you call out to us; may this humble prayer of mine be fulfilled.

Come, Hari, and taste the butter once again; today, uphold the honor of this land of Bharat.

Your round cheeks and reddened chin, your gentle smile casts an enchanting spell.

Your large lotus-eyes shine forth; you wear a peacock-feather crown and the Vaijayanti garland of victory.

Earrings adorn your ears, and your yellow garment is beautiful; small bells ring at your waist, where your garment is tucked.

Your form shines like a beautiful dark-blue lotus; seeing your radiance, gods, men, and sages alike are enchanted.

The tilak on your forehead, your curling locks of hair — come, Krishna, bearer of the flute.

By drinking her poisoned milk, you freed the demoness Putana from her curse; you slew the demons Aghasura, Bakasura, and Kagasura.

When the forest of Madhuvan was engulfed in flames, it turned cool the moment Nandalala looked upon it.

When Indra, king of the gods, attacked Braj in his fury, he poured down rain in torrents as thick as pestles.

As the flood threatened to sweep away all of Braj, you lifted Govardhan hill upon your fingertip and saved everyone.

Seeing Yashoda's mind troubled with doubt, you showed her the fourteen worlds within your mouth.

The wicked Kamsa caused great turmoil, once demanding that ten million lotus flowers be brought to him.

You then subdued the serpent Kaliya, and by marking him with the sign of your feet, made the river free of fear.

You performed the Raas dance together with the gopis, fulfilling the heartfelt longing of each one.

You destroyed many great demons, and finally seized Kamsa by the hair and struck him down.

You freed your mother and father from their imprisonment, and restored the kingdom to Ugrasena.

You brought back all six of Devaki's dead sons from the netherworld, and erased her sorrow.

You destroyed the demons Bhaumasura and Mura, and freed the sixteen thousand captive maidens.

By showing Bhima how to tear a blade of grass in two, you helped him bring down the demon Jarasandha.

By slaying demons like Bakasura and others, you removed the sufferings of your devotees.

You lifted away the poverty of humble Sudama, delighted simply by the three fistfuls of rice he offered.

You asked for the simple greens offered with love in Vidura's home, and turned away the rich delicacies of Duryodhana.

See the great glory of love — such is Shyam, the well-wisher of the humble.

In the Mahabharata, you drove Partha's (Arjuna's) chariot; taking up the discus in hand, your strength never faltered.

You imparted the wisdom of your own Gita, showering nectar upon the hearts of your devotees.

Meera was so intoxicated with devotion to you that she drank poison while clapping and singing your praise.

When the king sent her a basket holding a snake, you turned it into a Shaligram stone, O Banwari.

You revealed your divine illusion to Brahma himself, and cleared every doubt from his heart.

When Shishupala had hurled a hundred insults at you, you granted him liberation that very instant.

The moment Draupadi cried out, "O Lord of the helpless, my honor is now at stake" —

— Nandalala at once became her endless sari; as the cloth kept growing, her enemy was left shamefaced.

Such are you, Kanhaiya, Lord of the helpless — you rescue the sinking boat from the whirlpool.

Sundardas holds this hope in his heart: cast your compassionate glance upon him, O Banwari.

O Lord, remove all my wrong thinking, and please forgive my faults swiftly.

Open the curtain now and grant your sight; proclaim victory to Krishna Kanhaiya!

Доха

Whoever recites this Chalisa of Krishna with heartfelt attention shall attain the eight siddhis and nine treasures, and the four fruits of life.