(Kavitt)
Daya Ki Nidhan Gunavan Rasakhan Radhe,
Ras Ki Dharan So Tanak Tan Heriye. [1]
Main Tu Hun Adham Mahapataki Kutil Ati,
Meri Gati Mati Pyari Apani Or Pheriye. [2]
Sadhan Heen Deen Bal Kahu Ko Na Mohi Shyama,
Nij Kripa Bal So Mo Nirbal Ko Dekhiye. [3]
Tere Dwar Aayo Brajavasi Bhikhari Aaj,
'Priya' Prem Bhikh Yaki Jholi Manhi Geriye. [4]
- Sri Priya Das
O, the treasure of mercy, the abode of attributes, the mine of nectar, Śrī Rādhe! Please look at me once with Your sidelong glance, which is filled with nectar. [1]
Daya Ki Nidhan Gunavan Rasakhan Radhe,
Ras Ki Dharan So Tanak Tan Heriye. [1]
Main Tu Hun Adham Mahapataki Kutil Ati,
Meri Gati Mati Pyari Apani Or Pheriye. [2]
Sadhan Heen Deen Bal Kahu Ko Na Mohi Shyama,
Nij Kripa Bal So Mo Nirbal Ko Dekhiye. [3]
Tere Dwar Aayo Brajavasi Bhikhari Aaj,
'Priya' Prem Bhikh Yaki Jholi Manhi Geriye. [4]
- Sri Priya Das
O, the treasure of mercy, the abode of attributes, the mine of nectar, Śrī Rādhe! Please look at me once with Your sidelong glance, which is filled with nectar. [1]
I am extremely fallen, the greatest sinner, the most crooked one; kindly turn my goal and thought [mind] towards You, in any possible way. [2]
O Śyāmā Jū, I am devoid of all means and am absolutely destitute, I have no one other than You; please kindly cast Your grace on this poor soul. [3]
O Pyārī Jū! A beggar, who is the resident of Braj, has come to Your door; please give me the treasure of divine love in alms. [4]