(Sawaiya)
Giriraj Utha Kuchh Upar Ko, Surabhi Mukh Mein Trn Tode Khadi Hain. [1]
Aho ! Kokila Kanth Bhi Maun Hua, Mrgi Mohit Si Man Mode Khadi Hain. [2]
‘Harekrshn’! Kahen Kisako Kisako, Yamuna Apani Gati Chhode Khadi Hain. [3]
Manamohan Ki Murali Sunake, Rati Rambha Rama Kar Jode Khadi Hain. [4]
- Shri Hare Krishn Ji
Śrī Girirāja Jī seems to rise up slightly, and the cows remain standing still with fodder held in their mouths. [1]
The nightingales’ throats fall silent, and the deer too stand there, utterly spellbound. [2]
Śrī Hare Kṛṣṇa says, what more can I describe— even Śrī Yamunā river has become motionless. [3]
On hearing the enchanting flute of Manmohan, Lord Kṛṣṇa, even Rati, Rambhā, and Lakṣmī stand motionless, their hands folded in reverence. [4]
Giriraj Utha Kuchh Upar Ko, Surabhi Mukh Mein Trn Tode Khadi Hain. [1]
Aho ! Kokila Kanth Bhi Maun Hua, Mrgi Mohit Si Man Mode Khadi Hain. [2]
‘Harekrshn’! Kahen Kisako Kisako, Yamuna Apani Gati Chhode Khadi Hain. [3]
Manamohan Ki Murali Sunake, Rati Rambha Rama Kar Jode Khadi Hain. [4]
- Shri Hare Krishn Ji
Śrī Girirāja Jī seems to rise up slightly, and the cows remain standing still with fodder held in their mouths. [1]
The nightingales’ throats fall silent, and the deer too stand there, utterly spellbound. [2]
Śrī Hare Kṛṣṇa says, what more can I describe— even Śrī Yamunā river has become motionless. [3]
On hearing the enchanting flute of Manmohan, Lord Kṛṣṇa, even Rati, Rambhā, and Lakṣmī stand motionless, their hands folded in reverence. [4]