(Raag Paraj, Teen Taal)
He Vrishbhanuraj-Nandini ! He Atul Prem-Ras-Sudha-Nidhan !
Gaay Charata Van-Van Bhatkun, Kya Samajhun Main Prem Vidhan. [1]
Gval-Baalkon Ke Sang Dolun, Khelun Sada Ganvaru Khel.
Prem-Sudha Sarita Tumse Mujh Tapt Dhulka Kaisa Mel. [2]
Tum Swamini Anuragini ! Jab Deti Ho Prembhare Darshan.
Tab Ati Sukh Pata Main, Mujhpar Badhta Amit Tumhara Rin. [3]
Kaise Rinka Shodh Karun Main, Nity Prem-Dhanka Kangal.
Tumhin Daya Kar Premdaan De, Mujhko Karti Raho Nihal. [4]
- Shri Hanuman Prasad Poddar, Shodash Geet (5)
Shri Krishn’s love sentiments towards Radha:
O, the most charming daughter of King Vrishabhanu, O matchless reservoir of the nectarean sweetness of Love! Wandering from wood to wood grazing cows, what can I know of the code of Love? [1]
I remain in the association of cowherd boys and often play rustic games with them. What comparison do I, who is no better than hot sand, have with You who is the stream of love-bliss? [2]
O queen overflowing with Love, When you grant to me your blessed loving sight, I relish the excessive joy and my obligation to you grows beyond measure. [3]
How shall I be able to repay my debt, eternally destitute as I am of the wealth of love? My hope is in you alone to continue to bless me with the treasure of love out of pure compassion. [4]
He Vrishbhanuraj-Nandini ! He Atul Prem-Ras-Sudha-Nidhan !
Gaay Charata Van-Van Bhatkun, Kya Samajhun Main Prem Vidhan. [1]
Gval-Baalkon Ke Sang Dolun, Khelun Sada Ganvaru Khel.
Prem-Sudha Sarita Tumse Mujh Tapt Dhulka Kaisa Mel. [2]
Tum Swamini Anuragini ! Jab Deti Ho Prembhare Darshan.
Tab Ati Sukh Pata Main, Mujhpar Badhta Amit Tumhara Rin. [3]
Kaise Rinka Shodh Karun Main, Nity Prem-Dhanka Kangal.
Tumhin Daya Kar Premdaan De, Mujhko Karti Raho Nihal. [4]
- Shri Hanuman Prasad Poddar, Shodash Geet (5)
Shri Krishn’s love sentiments towards Radha:
O, the most charming daughter of King Vrishabhanu, O matchless reservoir of the nectarean sweetness of Love! Wandering from wood to wood grazing cows, what can I know of the code of Love? [1]
I remain in the association of cowherd boys and often play rustic games with them. What comparison do I, who is no better than hot sand, have with You who is the stream of love-bliss? [2]
O queen overflowing with Love, When you grant to me your blessed loving sight, I relish the excessive joy and my obligation to you grows beyond measure. [3]
How shall I be able to repay my debt, eternally destitute as I am of the wealth of love? My hope is in you alone to continue to bless me with the treasure of love out of pure compassion. [4]