(Raag Malhar)
Dekho Mai Ye Badabhagi Mor.
Jinake Pankha Ko Mukut Dharat Hain Natavara Nandakisor. [1]
Badabhagi Hai Nanda Yasoda Punya Kiye Jhakjhor.
Vrindavan Hum Kyon Na Bhai Raj Laagat Pag Ki Kor. [2]
Brahmadik Sanakadik Narada Thade Rahain Kara Jor,
Surdas Santan Ko Sarbas Dekhiyat Maakhan Chor. [3]
- Shri Surdas
O, friend! Look at those most fortunate peacocks with whose feathers the son of Nand, Lord Krishn decorated his crown. [1]
How fortunate also are Shri Nanda and Sri Yashodaji, his parents.
They must have acquired so much merit previously! O, why was I not born as dust in Vrindavan so that the lotus feet of my Lord can just step over me? [2]
The creator Brahma, and the great sages Sanaka Ji and Saint Narad all stand in awe with their folded hands in prayer. Shri Surdas says, “Just to catch a glimpse of that Shri Krishn, the butter-thief means everything to all saintly beings.” [3]
Dekho Mai Ye Badabhagi Mor.
Jinake Pankha Ko Mukut Dharat Hain Natavara Nandakisor. [1]
Badabhagi Hai Nanda Yasoda Punya Kiye Jhakjhor.
Vrindavan Hum Kyon Na Bhai Raj Laagat Pag Ki Kor. [2]
Brahmadik Sanakadik Narada Thade Rahain Kara Jor,
Surdas Santan Ko Sarbas Dekhiyat Maakhan Chor. [3]
- Shri Surdas
O, friend! Look at those most fortunate peacocks with whose feathers the son of Nand, Lord Krishn decorated his crown. [1]
How fortunate also are Shri Nanda and Sri Yashodaji, his parents.
They must have acquired so much merit previously! O, why was I not born as dust in Vrindavan so that the lotus feet of my Lord can just step over me? [2]
The creator Brahma, and the great sages Sanaka Ji and Saint Narad all stand in awe with their folded hands in prayer. Shri Surdas says, “Just to catch a glimpse of that Shri Krishn, the butter-thief means everything to all saintly beings.” [3]