(Raag Dhanashri)
Radha Pyari Tere Nain Salol.
Tain Niju Bhajan Kanak Tan Jovan, Liyau Manohar Mol. [1]
Adhar Nirang Alak Lat Chhuti, Ranjit Pik Kapol.
Tun Ras Magan Bhai Nahin Janat, Upar Pit Nichol. [2]
Kuch Jug Par Nakh Rekh Prakat Manaun, Sankar Sir Sasi Tol.
(Jai Shri) Hit Harivansh Kahat Kachhu Bhamini, Ati Alas Saun Bol. [3]
- Shri Hita Harivansh Mahaprabhu, Shri Hit Chaurasi (23)
Hita Sakhī (Śrī Harivaṁśa Mahāprabhu), overwhelmed with divine love, says—
O Pyārī Rādhe, today Your eyes are extremely playful and intoxicated with love. Through the devotion of Your love and Your golden form, You have completely brought Rasikalāla Śrī Kṛṣṇa under Your control. [1]
O sakhī, the redness of Your lips has turned pale, Your locks of hair are scattered, and upon Your cheeks remain the traces of Śyāmasundara’s betel-tinted lips. You are so absorbed in the nectar of love that You are unaware that, instead of Your own blue garment, You have worn the yellow cloth of Your beloved. [2]
Śrī Hita Harivaṁśa Candra describes: “O graceful lady, the nail-marks adorning Your bosom appear as though many crescent moons shine together upon the head of Lord Śiva. The soft, hazy words you utter, filled with laziness, are absolutely sweet and captivating.” [3]
Radha Pyari Tere Nain Salol.
Tain Niju Bhajan Kanak Tan Jovan, Liyau Manohar Mol. [1]
Adhar Nirang Alak Lat Chhuti, Ranjit Pik Kapol.
Tun Ras Magan Bhai Nahin Janat, Upar Pit Nichol. [2]
Kuch Jug Par Nakh Rekh Prakat Manaun, Sankar Sir Sasi Tol.
(Jai Shri) Hit Harivansh Kahat Kachhu Bhamini, Ati Alas Saun Bol. [3]
- Shri Hita Harivansh Mahaprabhu, Shri Hit Chaurasi (23)
Hita Sakhī (Śrī Harivaṁśa Mahāprabhu), overwhelmed with divine love, says—
O Pyārī Rādhe, today Your eyes are extremely playful and intoxicated with love. Through the devotion of Your love and Your golden form, You have completely brought Rasikalāla Śrī Kṛṣṇa under Your control. [1]
O sakhī, the redness of Your lips has turned pale, Your locks of hair are scattered, and upon Your cheeks remain the traces of Śyāmasundara’s betel-tinted lips. You are so absorbed in the nectar of love that You are unaware that, instead of Your own blue garment, You have worn the yellow cloth of Your beloved. [2]
Śrī Hita Harivaṁśa Candra describes: “O graceful lady, the nail-marks adorning Your bosom appear as though many crescent moons shine together upon the head of Lord Śiva. The soft, hazy words you utter, filled with laziness, are absolutely sweet and captivating.” [3]