Jinke Deh Neh Ras Bheene,
Tinke Nayan Prem Madmaate, Naate Jag Ke Neku Na Cheene. [1]
Ved Bhed Taji Nem Shrinkhala, Vihansi Bhaye Priyatam Soun Leene.
Jai Shri Roopalal Hit Gati Mati Nyaari, Kahi Na Jaat Jaise Jal Meene. [2]
- Shri Hita Roop Lal
Those rare, most fortunate souls who are drenched in the nectar of divine love (prema-rasa) of God, their eyes remain intoxicated with love. Under the influence of that divine love, they lose all awareness of worldly relationships. [1]
They joyfully cast off the shackles of Vedas, scriptures, and social conventions, absorbed entirely in loving devotion. Shri Hit Rupalal Ji says: such rasika lovers attain a state of consciousness so unique and unfathomable that words fail to capture it. Their union with the beloved Lord is like that of a fish with water—inseparable. [2]
Tinke Nayan Prem Madmaate, Naate Jag Ke Neku Na Cheene. [1]
Ved Bhed Taji Nem Shrinkhala, Vihansi Bhaye Priyatam Soun Leene.
Jai Shri Roopalal Hit Gati Mati Nyaari, Kahi Na Jaat Jaise Jal Meene. [2]
- Shri Hita Roop Lal
Those rare, most fortunate souls who are drenched in the nectar of divine love (prema-rasa) of God, their eyes remain intoxicated with love. Under the influence of that divine love, they lose all awareness of worldly relationships. [1]
They joyfully cast off the shackles of Vedas, scriptures, and social conventions, absorbed entirely in loving devotion. Shri Hit Rupalal Ji says: such rasika lovers attain a state of consciousness so unique and unfathomable that words fail to capture it. Their union with the beloved Lord is like that of a fish with water—inseparable. [2]