(Kavitt)
Pyari Ki Saheli Nij Janikein Sujan Laal,
Daal Galavanhi Ati Prem Vilasant Hai. [1]
Nana Bhanti Raas Ras Karat Vilas Hit,
Pyari Pad-Pankaj Men Hoya Hulasant Hai. [2]
Haa Haa Kar Vinati Hu Karat Hai Baar-Baar,
Hariken Apanapau Aru Priti Sarasant Hai. [3]
Merau Je Madhup Man Kishori Ju Charan Manhi,
Rahai Nit Nirantar Thaur Nahin Ant Hai. [4]
- Shri Hit Kishori Lal, Radha Sudha Nidhi Stava (55)
Knowing me to be a sakhī of His beloved Śrī Rādhā, Śrī Lāla Jī (Śrī Kṛṣṇa), the crest-jewel among the lovers, most affectionately places His arms around my neck and lovingly engages in the intimate plays of love with me. [1]
Knowing that my mind is deeply attached to the lotus feet of Śrī Rādhā, Śyāmasundara, for the sake of my happiness, performs many kinds of loving vilāsa filled with Rāsa-rasa. [2]
Again and again, He humbly entreats me and offers Himself completely, making His loving affection more intense at every moment. [3]
Yet, despite all this, my heart does not turn away from the rasa of Śrī Rādhā Mahārānī’s lotus feet for even a single moment. Like a bumblebee, my mind remains forever absorbed at the lotus feet of Śrī Kiśorī Jū alone. Nowhere else does it find, or even seek, any other resting place. [4]
Pyari Ki Saheli Nij Janikein Sujan Laal,
Daal Galavanhi Ati Prem Vilasant Hai. [1]
Nana Bhanti Raas Ras Karat Vilas Hit,
Pyari Pad-Pankaj Men Hoya Hulasant Hai. [2]
Haa Haa Kar Vinati Hu Karat Hai Baar-Baar,
Hariken Apanapau Aru Priti Sarasant Hai. [3]
Merau Je Madhup Man Kishori Ju Charan Manhi,
Rahai Nit Nirantar Thaur Nahin Ant Hai. [4]
- Shri Hit Kishori Lal, Radha Sudha Nidhi Stava (55)
Knowing me to be a sakhī of His beloved Śrī Rādhā, Śrī Lāla Jī (Śrī Kṛṣṇa), the crest-jewel among the lovers, most affectionately places His arms around my neck and lovingly engages in the intimate plays of love with me. [1]
Knowing that my mind is deeply attached to the lotus feet of Śrī Rādhā, Śyāmasundara, for the sake of my happiness, performs many kinds of loving vilāsa filled with Rāsa-rasa. [2]
Again and again, He humbly entreats me and offers Himself completely, making His loving affection more intense at every moment. [3]
Yet, despite all this, my heart does not turn away from the rasa of Śrī Rādhā Mahārānī’s lotus feet for even a single moment. Like a bumblebee, my mind remains forever absorbed at the lotus feet of Śrī Kiśorī Jū alone. Nowhere else does it find, or even seek, any other resting place. [4]
