Savan Teej Suhavan Kon Sakhi, Sohain Dukul Savai Sukh Sadha.
Dekhe Banai Kehte Na Banai, Umagai Ur Mein Anurag Abadha. [1]
Prem Ke Hem Hindoran Mein, Sarasai Barasai Ras Rang Agadha.
Radhika Ke Hiy Jhulat Sanvaro, Sanvare Ke Hiy Jhulati Radha. [2]
- Braj Ke Sewaiyan
This savaiyā depicts Vṛndāvana’s rainy season, where Hariyālī tīja is celebrated by hanging swings from trees and swinging on them.
O sakhi, look! How beautiful is this Savana tīja festival! All Vṛndāvana’s residents have gathered, beautifully attired in celebration. Words fail to capture the beauty and joy I feel here; my heart brims with anurāga rasa as I behold this. [1]
On love’s golden swing, adorned in myriad colors, Rādhā swings in Kṛṣṇa’s heart, Kṛṣṇa in Rādhā’s—and They shower immeasurable nectar. [2]
O sakhi, look! How beautiful is this Savana tīja festival! All Vṛndāvana’s residents have gathered, beautifully attired in celebration. Words fail to capture the beauty and joy I feel here; my heart brims with anurāga rasa as I behold this. [1]
On love’s golden swing, adorned in myriad colors, Rādhā swings in Kṛṣṇa’s heart, Kṛṣṇa in Rādhā’s—and They shower immeasurable nectar. [2]