Nisidin Barsat Nain Hamaare.
Sada Rahat Paavas Ritu Ham Par, Jabate Syam Sidhare. [1]
Anjan Thir Na Rahat Ankhiyan Mein, Kar Kapol Bhaye Kare.
Kanchuki-Pat Sukhat Nahin Kabahun, Ur Bich Bahat Panaare. [2]
Aansu Salil Bhaye Pag Thake, Bahe Jaat Sit Taare.
Surdas Ab Doobat Hai Braj, Kaahe Na Let Ubare. [3]
- Shri Surdas, Soor Sagar
Tears flow endlessly from my eyes day and night, as if the monsoon season has permanently arrived since Shyamsundara departed. [1]
Kohl does not stay in my eyes; it washes away with tears, smearing my cheeks and hands with black streaks. My bodice and garments never dry, soaked by the flood of tears flowing from my heart. [2]
Kohl does not stay in my eyes; it washes away with tears, smearing my cheeks and hands with black streaks. My bodice and garments never dry, soaked by the flood of tears flowing from my heart. [2]
Because of these ever-flowing tears, this body has become a source of water, constantly seeping. Shri Surdas says, ‘The entire Braj has drowned in tears—O Shri Krishna, why do you not come to rescue it now?’ [3]