आमुक्तमाल्यदा (विजयनगर सम्राट् श्रीकृष्णदेवराय - गोदा देवी आण्डाल भक्ति एवं साम्राज्य-नीति)

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trees the scent of sandalwood high up in the Southern mountains;
maidens gave up wearing blouses (kuppasamulu); the nightingales
began to warble; nature put on her most colourful garments; Cupid
found that his jasmine-arrows had ceased to be, but he took up the
daggers of tender shoots to assault the lovers; abundant pollen
poured out from a variety of blossoms filling the air with the heady
scent of spring.
Various scenes of lovers' trysts dotted the countryside. The
laughter of women in love had the power to make trees thrill with
blossoms! The different trees remind Kirshnadeva Raya of their
mythological associations with the heroes and heroines of the past.
The Asoka that had been Sita Devi's retreat in Lanka is here aflame
with flowers.
Vasanta Rithu, in Āmukta Mālyada, was the earth made a
heaven. The nether worlds were filled with the honey from the
spring flowers; the earth with blossoms; the skies were choked with
pollen. Thus did Cupid measure the three worlds with his feet,
as Madhava did in his Trivikrama incarnation, and cooled the rays
of the Sun. Since the bees lay thick on the ground drinking the
dripping honey from the flowers, the earth beneath the trees looked
dark throughout the day irrespective of the movement of the Sun.
To overcome the assault of spring, Goda Devi began to sing the
Megharanjani raga. Immediately the clouds gathered and winds
blew over the flower clusters. Shuddering, she swooned. Coming
to herself, she began to play the lute. But there was no peace here
either.
She then began to draw the portrait of Narayana, as if she
needed it for worship. Actually this action gave her a chance to
watch lovingly the beloved limbs of the Lord. However, when she
came to the image of Lakshmi on the Lord's breast, she grew sad
due to the pangs of jealousy (talledillu eesun taapamun meeragun).
Her friends found it impossible to bring down the fever of her desire,
though they did try their best by pouring rose water on her limbs.
It was only when her pet swan began spewing out the cast-off lotus
garland, which it found hot , did Goda Devi smile. This smile was a
source of reassurance to her friends.
So the days of spring passed by. Goda Devi sang, aspired,