Chhavi Dekhi Radharaman Ki, Radharaman Ki, Radharaman Ki.
Sheesh Pe Mor Mukut Ki Shobha, Kundal Ki Chhavi Nyari. [1]
Hath Lakut Kandhe Pe Kamariya, Adhar Pe Murali Baaje Ri.
Gale Vaijanti Maal Viraaje, Kamar Mein Kardhani Lataki. [2]
Hathon Mein Jinke Bajuband Sohe, Motin Ki Lad Lataki.
Charnon Mein Jinake Padm Viraaje, Nupur Ki Dhun Pyari. [3]
Vrindavan Ki Kunj Galin Mein, Dadhi Ki Mataki Pataki.
Dasi Ki Abhilash Yahi Hai, Vrindavan Aaun To Ataki. [4]
- Braj Ke Lokgeet
Today, I gazed upon the divine beauty of Shri Radharaman.
His head was adorned with a peacock feather crown and his ears were embellished with beautiful earrings. The sight was truly incomparable. [1]
Shri Radha Raman holds a stick in his hand, a black blanket draped over his shoulders, and a flute at his lips, playing a sweet melody.
A Vaijayanti garland of five flowers graces his neck, and a waistband adorns his waist. [2]
Armlets shine on Shri Radharaman’s arms, with strings of pearls dangling elegantly.
His lotus feet are adorned with anklets, producing a beautiful jingling sound. [3]
Shri Radha Raman playfully breaks the gopis' pots of curd in the kunj lanes of Vrindavan.
My only wish is that when I come to Vrindavan, I may become forever captivated by the love of Shri Radharaman. [4]
Sheesh Pe Mor Mukut Ki Shobha, Kundal Ki Chhavi Nyari. [1]
Hath Lakut Kandhe Pe Kamariya, Adhar Pe Murali Baaje Ri.
Gale Vaijanti Maal Viraaje, Kamar Mein Kardhani Lataki. [2]
Hathon Mein Jinke Bajuband Sohe, Motin Ki Lad Lataki.
Charnon Mein Jinake Padm Viraaje, Nupur Ki Dhun Pyari. [3]
Vrindavan Ki Kunj Galin Mein, Dadhi Ki Mataki Pataki.
Dasi Ki Abhilash Yahi Hai, Vrindavan Aaun To Ataki. [4]
- Braj Ke Lokgeet
Today, I gazed upon the divine beauty of Shri Radharaman.
His head was adorned with a peacock feather crown and his ears were embellished with beautiful earrings. The sight was truly incomparable. [1]
Shri Radha Raman holds a stick in his hand, a black blanket draped over his shoulders, and a flute at his lips, playing a sweet melody.
A Vaijayanti garland of five flowers graces his neck, and a waistband adorns his waist. [2]
Armlets shine on Shri Radharaman’s arms, with strings of pearls dangling elegantly.
His lotus feet are adorned with anklets, producing a beautiful jingling sound. [3]
Shri Radha Raman playfully breaks the gopis' pots of curd in the kunj lanes of Vrindavan.
My only wish is that when I come to Vrindavan, I may become forever captivated by the love of Shri Radharaman. [4]