(Raag Nat)
Radha Tere Nain Kidhon Ri Baan.
Yaun Maare Jyaun Murachhi Parai Dhar Kyon Kari Raakhe Praan.
Khag Par Kamal Kamal Par Kadali Kadali Par Hath Thaan.
Hari Par Sarvar Sir Par Kalsa Kalsa Par Shashi Bhaan.
Shashi Par Bimb Kokila Ta Bich Keer Karat Anumaan.
Bachi Bachi Daamin Duti Upajat Madhup Jooth Asamaan.
Tu Naagari Sab Gunani Ujaagar Pooran Kala Nidhaan.
Surshyam Tab Darashan Kaaran Vyaakul Parai Ajaan.
- Shri Surdas Ji
O, Sri Radhe, are these Your eyes or vicious arrows? On whomsoever, You let them loose they faint and fall to the ground, barely able to stay alive. Your form is totally and divinely unique. Your gait is like of swans and Your feet like Lotus flowers. Your thighs are like banana trees and above that is Your waist, slim as that of a lion. Your navel is like a lake and Your chest like sacred urns. On top of the urns rests the shining moon of Your Face on which rest Your red lips resembling ripe Bimba plums. From them emerges Your sweet voice in gentle waves. Your nose looks as if it were a parrot poised about Your lips. Indeed Your whole Face shines like lightening and Your hair resembles a line of bees hovering around it. O, Lovely Youthful Lady of Braj! You are bright with fine qualities and are adept in every art. Surdas's Lord, the dark ShyamSundar is so crazy to see You that He has fallen senseless to the ground.
Radha Tere Nain Kidhon Ri Baan.
Yaun Maare Jyaun Murachhi Parai Dhar Kyon Kari Raakhe Praan.
Khag Par Kamal Kamal Par Kadali Kadali Par Hath Thaan.
Hari Par Sarvar Sir Par Kalsa Kalsa Par Shashi Bhaan.
Shashi Par Bimb Kokila Ta Bich Keer Karat Anumaan.
Bachi Bachi Daamin Duti Upajat Madhup Jooth Asamaan.
Tu Naagari Sab Gunani Ujaagar Pooran Kala Nidhaan.
Surshyam Tab Darashan Kaaran Vyaakul Parai Ajaan.
- Shri Surdas Ji
O, Sri Radhe, are these Your eyes or vicious arrows? On whomsoever, You let them loose they faint and fall to the ground, barely able to stay alive. Your form is totally and divinely unique. Your gait is like of swans and Your feet like Lotus flowers. Your thighs are like banana trees and above that is Your waist, slim as that of a lion. Your navel is like a lake and Your chest like sacred urns. On top of the urns rests the shining moon of Your Face on which rest Your red lips resembling ripe Bimba plums. From them emerges Your sweet voice in gentle waves. Your nose looks as if it were a parrot poised about Your lips. Indeed Your whole Face shines like lightening and Your hair resembles a line of bees hovering around it. O, Lovely Youthful Lady of Braj! You are bright with fine qualities and are adept in every art. Surdas's Lord, the dark ShyamSundar is so crazy to see You that He has fallen senseless to the ground.