Phirati Rahe Van Bhoomi Mein, Jhoomi Nain Akulaay.
Ghoom Ghoom Tan Lot Ke, Uthe Roop Gun Gaay.
- Shri Priyadas Ji, Rasik Mohini (21)
May I blissfully sway as I wander through the sacred land of Shri Vrindavan, my eyes ever restless for the divine darshan of Shri Radha-Krishna. Let me roll in its sacred dust, time and again, then rise to lovingly contemplate their forms and sing their glories.
Ghoom Ghoom Tan Lot Ke, Uthe Roop Gun Gaay.
- Shri Priyadas Ji, Rasik Mohini (21)
May I blissfully sway as I wander through the sacred land of Shri Vrindavan, my eyes ever restless for the divine darshan of Shri Radha-Krishna. Let me roll in its sacred dust, time and again, then rise to lovingly contemplate their forms and sing their glories.