(Raag Gauri and Dhanashree)
Vrindaban Sanchau Dhan Bhaiya.
Kanak Koot Kautik Lagi Tajiye, Bhajiye Kunvar Kanhaiyaan. [1]
Jahaan Shri Radha Charanrenu Ki Kamala Let Balaiyya.
Tin Ko Gopi Naach Nachaavat, Mohan Venu Bajaiya. [2]
Kaamdhenu Ke Chheer Sindhu Taji Bhajahu Nand Ki Gaiyya.
Chaaryon Mukti Kaha Le Karihon Jahaan Yasauda Maiyya. [3]
Adbhut Leela, Adbhut Vaibhav Shat Shukdev Kahaiya.
Vyas Daas Pukaarat Vanate Thaure Log Sunaiya. [4]
- Shri Hariram Vyas, Vyas Vani, Purvardh (192)
O, my brother, Sri Vrindavan Dham is the only true Wealth. So leave behind those piles of gold and worship Sri Krishna. [1]
It is in Sri Vrindavan that Lakshmi worships the dust of Sri Radhaji's Feet; in those very sands the Gopis dance and the Enticing Sri Krishna plays His flute. [2]
Leave the wish-granting cow of plenty in the Ocean of milk and worship Nandas cows! All the four kinds of liberation have no purpose where Sri Yashoda lives! [3]
In Vrindavan the Lords pastimes are amazing, as is the wealth. The Poet Vyasadasa now says, "From the Forest my Lord calls souls to His side, but only a very few hear Him! [4]
Vrindaban Sanchau Dhan Bhaiya.
Kanak Koot Kautik Lagi Tajiye, Bhajiye Kunvar Kanhaiyaan. [1]
Jahaan Shri Radha Charanrenu Ki Kamala Let Balaiyya.
Tin Ko Gopi Naach Nachaavat, Mohan Venu Bajaiya. [2]
Kaamdhenu Ke Chheer Sindhu Taji Bhajahu Nand Ki Gaiyya.
Chaaryon Mukti Kaha Le Karihon Jahaan Yasauda Maiyya. [3]
Adbhut Leela, Adbhut Vaibhav Shat Shukdev Kahaiya.
Vyas Daas Pukaarat Vanate Thaure Log Sunaiya. [4]
- Shri Hariram Vyas, Vyas Vani, Purvardh (192)
O, my brother, Sri Vrindavan Dham is the only true Wealth. So leave behind those piles of gold and worship Sri Krishna. [1]
It is in Sri Vrindavan that Lakshmi worships the dust of Sri Radhaji's Feet; in those very sands the Gopis dance and the Enticing Sri Krishna plays His flute. [2]
Leave the wish-granting cow of plenty in the Ocean of milk and worship Nandas cows! All the four kinds of liberation have no purpose where Sri Yashoda lives! [3]
In Vrindavan the Lords pastimes are amazing, as is the wealth. The Poet Vyasadasa now says, "From the Forest my Lord calls souls to His side, but only a very few hear Him! [4]