(Kavitt)
Agam Rituraj Ka Samaj-Saaj Vrindavan,
Naach Rahi Sobha Har Upvan-Van-Kyari Ki. [1]
Arunim Nav Paat-Paat, Gaat Gaat Gamak Uthi,
Phoolan Sehnai Baji Madhup Mahari Ki. [2]
Phoolan Ki Sej Pe Biraje Piy-Pyari, Nyari,
Sakhiyan Ki Chaav-Bhari Bheer Bhaav-Bhari Ki. [3]
Haridasi Phool Bhare Phool Soun Vasant Gaave,
Vasant Ki Bahar Mein, Bahar Hai Bihari Ki. [4]
- Shri Sharan Bihari Goswamiji
With the grand arrival of the king of seasons, spring, Vṛndāvan is adorned in splendor, dancing in joy, filling every grove and garden with its beauty. [1]
The tender new leaves, glowing with a red hue, sway gracefully, while the buzzing bees play the śahanāī (wind instrument), announcing the festival of blossoms. [2]
Upon a bed of soft blossoms, the divine couple, Priyā Priyatam, sit in divine resplendence, surrounded by a gathering of lovely sakhīs, filled with love and joyous enthusiasm. [3]
Śrī Haridāsī Sākhī, utterly absorbed in love, sings songs of Basaṃta, carrying fragrant blooms, for in this festival of spring, the true glory is that of Śrī Banke Bihārījī. [4]
Agam Rituraj Ka Samaj-Saaj Vrindavan,
Naach Rahi Sobha Har Upvan-Van-Kyari Ki. [1]
Arunim Nav Paat-Paat, Gaat Gaat Gamak Uthi,
Phoolan Sehnai Baji Madhup Mahari Ki. [2]
Phoolan Ki Sej Pe Biraje Piy-Pyari, Nyari,
Sakhiyan Ki Chaav-Bhari Bheer Bhaav-Bhari Ki. [3]
Haridasi Phool Bhare Phool Soun Vasant Gaave,
Vasant Ki Bahar Mein, Bahar Hai Bihari Ki. [4]
- Shri Sharan Bihari Goswamiji
With the grand arrival of the king of seasons, spring, Vṛndāvan is adorned in splendor, dancing in joy, filling every grove and garden with its beauty. [1]
The tender new leaves, glowing with a red hue, sway gracefully, while the buzzing bees play the śahanāī (wind instrument), announcing the festival of blossoms. [2]
Upon a bed of soft blossoms, the divine couple, Priyā Priyatam, sit in divine resplendence, surrounded by a gathering of lovely sakhīs, filled with love and joyous enthusiasm. [3]
Śrī Haridāsī Sākhī, utterly absorbed in love, sings songs of Basaṃta, carrying fragrant blooms, for in this festival of spring, the true glory is that of Śrī Banke Bihārījī. [4]