Rasik Duo Khelan Lage Hori.
Utaten Nikase Nandanandan, It Barasane Ki Gori. [1]
Bajat Tal Mridang Jhanjh, Daph Murali Madhur Dhuni Thori.
Gopi Val Saben Jur Aye, Bhavan Rahyon Nahin Kori. [2]
Syama Syama Ki Ya Chhabi Upar, Sab Darat Trn Tori.
Tari De Lalitadik Bhaakhat, Bhali Bani Yah Jori. [3]
Khel Machyau Brajavithin Mahiyan, Kunj Kunj Var Khori.
‘Muraridas’ Prabhu Phagava Diyau, Lochan Lagi Thagauri. [4]
- Shri Murari Das
Two Rasiks are playing Holi today. On one side is the charming son of Nand, Krishn, and on the other side is Radhika, the fair girl of Barsana. [1]
Mridanga, cymbal, tambourine, and the soft melodious sound of the flute are being played. Gopis and cowherd boys have all come out of their houses. [2]
Everyone is sacrificing their everything upon the glimpses of the Shri Shyama Shyam. Lalita Ji is so happy that She is clapping her hands and saying, “What a beautiful pair of Shyama Shyam”. [3]
Today, the Holi festival is played in the streets of Braj and inside the narrow lanes. Shri Murari Das ji says, “My eyes have been deceived ever since my Lord has thrown color on me”. [4]
Utaten Nikase Nandanandan, It Barasane Ki Gori. [1]
Bajat Tal Mridang Jhanjh, Daph Murali Madhur Dhuni Thori.
Gopi Val Saben Jur Aye, Bhavan Rahyon Nahin Kori. [2]
Syama Syama Ki Ya Chhabi Upar, Sab Darat Trn Tori.
Tari De Lalitadik Bhaakhat, Bhali Bani Yah Jori. [3]
Khel Machyau Brajavithin Mahiyan, Kunj Kunj Var Khori.
‘Muraridas’ Prabhu Phagava Diyau, Lochan Lagi Thagauri. [4]
- Shri Murari Das
Two Rasiks are playing Holi today. On one side is the charming son of Nand, Krishn, and on the other side is Radhika, the fair girl of Barsana. [1]
Mridanga, cymbal, tambourine, and the soft melodious sound of the flute are being played. Gopis and cowherd boys have all come out of their houses. [2]
Everyone is sacrificing their everything upon the glimpses of the Shri Shyama Shyam. Lalita Ji is so happy that She is clapping her hands and saying, “What a beautiful pair of Shyama Shyam”. [3]
Today, the Holi festival is played in the streets of Braj and inside the narrow lanes. Shri Murari Das ji says, “My eyes have been deceived ever since my Lord has thrown color on me”. [4]