Terau Mukh Piyush Pank Pyari Praghate Tamen Dvai Indivar.
Merau Man Matt Madhup So Jaya, Vasyaiau Putari Hai Tin Antar. [1]
Ras Lobhi Eka Saun Anek Bhayau, Tauhu Na Tripati Manat Ras Kandar.
Shriramaraya Puni Kapol Dal Til, Vanyau Mastak Syaam Vindivar. [2]
- Shri Ramaraya Ji, Adivani (20)
Śrī Kṛṣṇa says—
O beloved Śrī Rādhā! Your face is like a nectar-filled lake, in which Your two eyes shine like two blue lotuses. My mind, becoming like an intoxicated bumblebee, has gone to dwell within those blue-lotus eyes, even taking up residence within Their very pupils. [1]
So greedy is my single mind to drink the rasa of Your incomparable beauty that it seems to have become many, seeking to relish Your sweetness in countless places at once, yet it is still not satiated by this mine of rasa. Śrī Rāmarāya Jī says that the same mind becomes the dark mole upon Your cheek and then the dark bindī upon Your forehead, as though it wishes to dwell upon every limb of Your exquisite form. [2]
Merau Man Matt Madhup So Jaya, Vasyaiau Putari Hai Tin Antar. [1]
Ras Lobhi Eka Saun Anek Bhayau, Tauhu Na Tripati Manat Ras Kandar.
Shriramaraya Puni Kapol Dal Til, Vanyau Mastak Syaam Vindivar. [2]
- Shri Ramaraya Ji, Adivani (20)
Śrī Kṛṣṇa says—
O beloved Śrī Rādhā! Your face is like a nectar-filled lake, in which Your two eyes shine like two blue lotuses. My mind, becoming like an intoxicated bumblebee, has gone to dwell within those blue-lotus eyes, even taking up residence within Their very pupils. [1]
So greedy is my single mind to drink the rasa of Your incomparable beauty that it seems to have become many, seeking to relish Your sweetness in countless places at once, yet it is still not satiated by this mine of rasa. Śrī Rāmarāya Jī says that the same mind becomes the dark mole upon Your cheek and then the dark bindī upon Your forehead, as though it wishes to dwell upon every limb of Your exquisite form. [2]
