Haarani Ke Bhaar Bhaari Aisi Sukumari Pyari,
Rasik Rangile Laal Kinhin Ur-Haar Si. [1]
Chhabi Ke Tamal Laptaani Roop Beli Maanaun,
Hansani Dasani Phool Phoole Sukh-Saar Si. [2]
Nakh-Sikh Jagmagai Raumm-Raumm Pratibimb,
Lasat Hai Aisain Jaisain Aarasi Mein Aarasi. [3]
Hit Dhruv Ihi Bidhi Dekhain Sakhi Chitr Bhayin,
Chahun Kod Rahi Jhoomi Kanchan Ki Daar Si. [4]
- Shri Dhruvdas Ji, Bayalees Leela, Shringar Shat 1 (34)
Śrī Rādhā is so delicate that even the weight of the flower garland she wears upon her neck seems heavy to her; however, absorbed in divine love, she has made Śrī Kṛṣṇa the garland of her heart. [1]
Her glimpses appear as if beauty herself in the form of vines embraces the graceful Tamāla tree, while her lovely smile and the glint of her teeth resemble blissful flowers blossoming. [2]
She is plunged from head to toe in the nectar ocean of transcendental beauty, and her every limb shines as if various mirrors reflect within each other. [3]
Śrī Dhruvdās Jī says that beholding the divine beauty of Kiśorī Śrī Rādhā, every sakhī stands stunned and begins swaying in intoxication like golden vines. [4]
Rasik Rangile Laal Kinhin Ur-Haar Si. [1]
Chhabi Ke Tamal Laptaani Roop Beli Maanaun,
Hansani Dasani Phool Phoole Sukh-Saar Si. [2]
Nakh-Sikh Jagmagai Raumm-Raumm Pratibimb,
Lasat Hai Aisain Jaisain Aarasi Mein Aarasi. [3]
Hit Dhruv Ihi Bidhi Dekhain Sakhi Chitr Bhayin,
Chahun Kod Rahi Jhoomi Kanchan Ki Daar Si. [4]
- Shri Dhruvdas Ji, Bayalees Leela, Shringar Shat 1 (34)
Śrī Rādhā is so delicate that even the weight of the flower garland she wears upon her neck seems heavy to her; however, absorbed in divine love, she has made Śrī Kṛṣṇa the garland of her heart. [1]
Her glimpses appear as if beauty herself in the form of vines embraces the graceful Tamāla tree, while her lovely smile and the glint of her teeth resemble blissful flowers blossoming. [2]
She is plunged from head to toe in the nectar ocean of transcendental beauty, and her every limb shines as if various mirrors reflect within each other. [3]
Śrī Dhruvdās Jī says that beholding the divine beauty of Kiśorī Śrī Rādhā, every sakhī stands stunned and begins swaying in intoxication like golden vines. [4]