(Rag Sarang)
Madhau Mohin Karau Vrindavan-Renu.
Jihin Charanani Dolat Nand-Nandan, Din-Prati Ban-Ban Charat Dhenu. [1]
Kaha Bhayau Yah Dev-Deh Dhari, Aru Oonchen Pad Paen Ainu.
Sab Jeevani Lai Udar Manjh Prabhu, Maha Pralay-Jal Karat Hau Sainu. [2]
Ham Te Dhanya Sada Vai Trn-Drum, Balak-Bachchh-Bishnaaroo Benu.
Sur Shyam Jinken Sang Dolat, Hansi Bolat, Mathi Peevat Phenu. [3]
- Sri Surdas, Soor Sagar (1107)
Brahmā, offering his prayers, says— O Mādhava (Kṛṣṇa), make me the dust of Śrī Vṛndāvana. This is that divine dust upon which You walk with Your lotus feet while tending the cows from forest to forest every day. [1]
O Lord, even attaining a celestial form or the exalted position of Brahmā appears insignificant before the bliss of this Vṛndāvana Dhāma. At the time of the great dissolution, the entire creation created by me is destroyed, and You alone sustain all beings within Your being while resting upon the cosmic waters. Yet this Vṛndāvana remains untouched even by that great dissolution. [2]
More blessed than I, Brahmā, are the grasses and trees of Braja, the calves, the cowherd boys, the cows, and even the flute — for, O Śyāmasundara, with them You roam the forests, laughing and playing, and delight in churning and relishing butter, says Sūradāsa. [3]
Madhau Mohin Karau Vrindavan-Renu.
Jihin Charanani Dolat Nand-Nandan, Din-Prati Ban-Ban Charat Dhenu. [1]
Kaha Bhayau Yah Dev-Deh Dhari, Aru Oonchen Pad Paen Ainu.
Sab Jeevani Lai Udar Manjh Prabhu, Maha Pralay-Jal Karat Hau Sainu. [2]
Ham Te Dhanya Sada Vai Trn-Drum, Balak-Bachchh-Bishnaaroo Benu.
Sur Shyam Jinken Sang Dolat, Hansi Bolat, Mathi Peevat Phenu. [3]
- Sri Surdas, Soor Sagar (1107)
Brahmā, offering his prayers, says— O Mādhava (Kṛṣṇa), make me the dust of Śrī Vṛndāvana. This is that divine dust upon which You walk with Your lotus feet while tending the cows from forest to forest every day. [1]
O Lord, even attaining a celestial form or the exalted position of Brahmā appears insignificant before the bliss of this Vṛndāvana Dhāma. At the time of the great dissolution, the entire creation created by me is destroyed, and You alone sustain all beings within Your being while resting upon the cosmic waters. Yet this Vṛndāvana remains untouched even by that great dissolution. [2]
More blessed than I, Brahmā, are the grasses and trees of Braja, the calves, the cowherd boys, the cows, and even the flute — for, O Śyāmasundara, with them You roam the forests, laughing and playing, and delight in churning and relishing butter, says Sūradāsa. [3]