(Sankirtan)
Shree Mukh Yon Na Bakhaan Sake, Vrshabhaanu Suta Joo Ko Roop Ujaarau. [1]
He Rasakhaan Too Gyaan Sambhaar, Nain Nihaar Ju Reejhan Haarau . [2]
Chaaroo Sindoor Ko Laal Rasaal, Lasai Vrjabaal Ko Bhaal Teekaarau.
God Mein Maanaun Viraajat Hai, Ghanashyaam Ke Saare Ke Saare Ko Saarau . [4]
- Shri Raskhan Ji
Even Goddess Sarasvatī, deity of speech, cannot describe the incomparable beauty of Śrī Vṛṣabhānu’s charming daughter Śrī Rādhā’s moon‑like face. [1]
Śrī Raskhān says: First cast off all pride of knowledge, then behold Her with love‑filled eyes. [2]
On Her graceful forehead shines a vermilion‑adorned crimson tilaka of unmatched splendor. [3]
When Śrī Rādhā rests in Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s lap, all universal beauty and arts seem gathered in that single embrace. [4]
Shree Mukh Yon Na Bakhaan Sake, Vrshabhaanu Suta Joo Ko Roop Ujaarau. [1]
He Rasakhaan Too Gyaan Sambhaar, Nain Nihaar Ju Reejhan Haarau . [2]
Chaaroo Sindoor Ko Laal Rasaal, Lasai Vrjabaal Ko Bhaal Teekaarau.
God Mein Maanaun Viraajat Hai, Ghanashyaam Ke Saare Ke Saare Ko Saarau . [4]
- Shri Raskhan Ji
Even Goddess Sarasvatī, deity of speech, cannot describe the incomparable beauty of Śrī Vṛṣabhānu’s charming daughter Śrī Rādhā’s moon‑like face. [1]
Śrī Raskhān says: First cast off all pride of knowledge, then behold Her with love‑filled eyes. [2]
On Her graceful forehead shines a vermilion‑adorned crimson tilaka of unmatched splendor. [3]
When Śrī Rādhā rests in Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s lap, all universal beauty and arts seem gathered in that single embrace. [4]