(Rag Sarang)
Phool Mahal Mein Baithhe Madho Sang Vrishabhan Dulari.
Phoolan Ke Haar Singaar Sab Phoolan Ke Phool Mukut Sirdhari. [1]
Phool Singhasan Phool Genduba Phoolan Vani Hai Tivari.
Phule Gaavat Venu Bajavat Rag Rang Ras Bhari. [2]
Phule Madhup Kokila Koonjat Phule Pavan Sukhkaari.
Shri Bithal Giridhar Ko Nirakhat Akhiyan Tarat Na Taari. [3]
- Shri Vitthal Das
Shri Radha, the charming daughter of King Vrishbhanu, is sitting with Shri Krishn in a bower made up of flowers. Their entire adornment, including garlands and crowns, is crafted solely from fragrant flowers. [1]
Their throne, their round pillows, and even the bower itself, with its three gates, are all intricately made up of an abundance of flowers. They evoke a loving atmosphere with their melodious singing and enchanting flute in the Saranga Raga. [2]
The pleasant hum of buzzing bees and the melodious cooing of nightingales resound joyfully, while a comforting breeze gently blows. Shri Vitthalnathji, captivated by this divine sight of his beloved Lord (Sri Giridhar Lal), declares that his eyes remain fixed on the scene, and cannot look away. [3]
Phool Mahal Mein Baithhe Madho Sang Vrishabhan Dulari.
Phoolan Ke Haar Singaar Sab Phoolan Ke Phool Mukut Sirdhari. [1]
Phool Singhasan Phool Genduba Phoolan Vani Hai Tivari.
Phule Gaavat Venu Bajavat Rag Rang Ras Bhari. [2]
Phule Madhup Kokila Koonjat Phule Pavan Sukhkaari.
Shri Bithal Giridhar Ko Nirakhat Akhiyan Tarat Na Taari. [3]
- Shri Vitthal Das
Shri Radha, the charming daughter of King Vrishbhanu, is sitting with Shri Krishn in a bower made up of flowers. Their entire adornment, including garlands and crowns, is crafted solely from fragrant flowers. [1]
Their throne, their round pillows, and even the bower itself, with its three gates, are all intricately made up of an abundance of flowers. They evoke a loving atmosphere with their melodious singing and enchanting flute in the Saranga Raga. [2]
The pleasant hum of buzzing bees and the melodious cooing of nightingales resound joyfully, while a comforting breeze gently blows. Shri Vitthalnathji, captivated by this divine sight of his beloved Lord (Sri Giridhar Lal), declares that his eyes remain fixed on the scene, and cannot look away. [3]