Mo Man Gadyau Syaam
Salone Rupamen Ang-Angani Taryo. [1]
Aiso Latu Hvai Latakyo Bahuri Na
Matakyo Anek Jatan Jo Karyo. [2]
Jyon-Jyon Aichaun Tyon-Tyon Adhik Magan
Hot Kaa Pai Jaat Nikaryo. [3]
'Nandadas' Tu Sikh Dai Ri Ali! Ali
Sab Kaise Nikase Kunj-Rachana Tarai Parayo. [4]
- Shri Nandadas
One sakhī says to another:
O sakhī! My heart has become so deeply absorbed in the enchanting dark form of Śrī Kṛṣṇa that it is completely immersed in the incomparable beauty of every limb of His divine body. [1]
My heart has become so utterly captivated by His divine beauty that, despite countless efforts, it cannot be drawn away from Him. [2]
The more I try to pull my heart away from His enchanting form, the more deeply it becomes absorbed in the nectar of His beauty, refusing to withdraw from it by any means. [3]
Śrī Nandadāsa Jī describes how she then appeals to her companion: “O sakhī! Tell me, what should I do now? My heart has become so completely entangled in the extraordinary beauty of Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the beloved who sports in the secluded bowers of Vṛndāvana, that how could it ever free itself?” [4]
Salone Rupamen Ang-Angani Taryo. [1]
Aiso Latu Hvai Latakyo Bahuri Na
Matakyo Anek Jatan Jo Karyo. [2]
Jyon-Jyon Aichaun Tyon-Tyon Adhik Magan
Hot Kaa Pai Jaat Nikaryo. [3]
'Nandadas' Tu Sikh Dai Ri Ali! Ali
Sab Kaise Nikase Kunj-Rachana Tarai Parayo. [4]
- Shri Nandadas
One sakhī says to another:
O sakhī! My heart has become so deeply absorbed in the enchanting dark form of Śrī Kṛṣṇa that it is completely immersed in the incomparable beauty of every limb of His divine body. [1]
My heart has become so utterly captivated by His divine beauty that, despite countless efforts, it cannot be drawn away from Him. [2]
The more I try to pull my heart away from His enchanting form, the more deeply it becomes absorbed in the nectar of His beauty, refusing to withdraw from it by any means. [3]
Śrī Nandadāsa Jī describes how she then appeals to her companion: “O sakhī! Tell me, what should I do now? My heart has become so completely entangled in the extraordinary beauty of Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the beloved who sports in the secluded bowers of Vṛndāvana, that how could it ever free itself?” [4]
