(Kavitt)
Champak Varan Bhoomi Jhoomi Drum Phoole Phale,
Saanche Mani Jate Than Sakhi Ki Bheer Hai. [1]
Neh Ki Katakshan Saun Subhag Mahal Bane,
Jetik Fuhare Nain Tare Aravin Hai. [2]
Jako Sab Dhyan Dharain Lochan Aran Arain,
Yahai Raj Rajaai Nit Chaah Mere Hi Rahai. [3]
[Shri] Harivanshi-Haridasi-Vyasi Ye Khavasi Karain,
Pyari Patshah Than Lalan Ujir Hai. [4]
- Braj Ke Kavitt
The golden‑hued land is adorned with blooming and fruiting trees, swaying with love; there, amidst precious gems, is a crowd of sakhīs. [1]
Champak Varan Bhoomi Jhoomi Drum Phoole Phale,
Saanche Mani Jate Than Sakhi Ki Bheer Hai. [1]
Neh Ki Katakshan Saun Subhag Mahal Bane,
Jetik Fuhare Nain Tare Aravin Hai. [2]
Jako Sab Dhyan Dharain Lochan Aran Arain,
Yahai Raj Rajaai Nit Chaah Mere Hi Rahai. [3]
[Shri] Harivanshi-Haridasi-Vyasi Ye Khavasi Karain,
Pyari Patshah Than Lalan Ujir Hai. [4]
- Braj Ke Kavitt
The golden‑hued land is adorned with blooming and fruiting trees, swaying with love; there, amidst precious gems, is a crowd of sakhīs. [1]
With loving glances, the splendid palace is made, containing billions of fountains, each more magnificent than the other. [2]
This palace (kingdom), contemplated and admired by all rasika connoisseurs, is the constant object of my worship. [3]
[Śrī] Harivanshī, Haridāsī, and Vyāsī are the humble servants there, where Pyārījū [Śrī Rādhā] is the Supreme King and Lālji (Kṛṣṇa) is the minister. [4]