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Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the crest-jewel among rasikas, eternally dances, illuminated by a supremely brilliant effulgence. Sweetly uttering the rhythmic sound "theī-theī," He steals the hearts of all the young maidens of Vraja and shatters the pride of millions of Cupids.
Śrī Raṅgadevī Jī says to Śrī Lalitā Jī: O Lalite! Behold the eyes of Śrī Rādhā — how they shine like the graceful khanjana birds. Although Śrī Rādhā has not adorned Her eyes with collyrium, even without it, these khanjana-like glances possess the power to dispel the pangs of separation from the heart of Vṛndāvana-Bihārī, Śrī Kṛṣṇa.
Blessed indeed is this moment, for the divine couple, Śrī Rādhā Kṛṣṇa, are swinging upon the swing of love. Dressed in garments of blue and yellow, their radiance overflows in every direction.
Behold the peacock feather crown of Śrī Kṛṣṇa embellished on His forehead, behold the ‘Chandrikā’ (moon‑like crescent) garnished on His crown.
O Shri Radhey! When will I worship your mischievous eyes by decorating it with the black collyrium, which defies the khanjana birds, and which, with the slightest movement from their corners, in a moment, tightly binds Lord Krishna whose gait is like that of an intoxicated elephant?
O, most charming Young Lady Sri Radhika, You are the pinnacle of all prosperity and good fortune. I will sacrifice millions of moons on your lovely face. I am thinking that millions of lotus eyes Khanjan birds and millions of deers could be sacrificed on Your bewitching eyes.
O Sri Radhey, I sacrifice uncountable ‘Khanjana’ birds upon Your eyes. These glances are fickle, mischievous, sharp, and penetrating which are naturally beautified with a hue of collyrium.
Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s elongated eyes, shaped like a khanjana bird, have utterly captivated me; now I stand motionless. Societal and clan decorum vanishes the moment He smiles—I forget everything.
If there were a golden lotus filled with the light of ten million moons, flowing with ever new nectar, situated in the abode of great beauty, and the home of a pair of graceful and playful khanjana birds, that lotus would still not be qualified to serve Sri Radha s smiling face.
Adorned with a flower garland, Nanda’s son Śrī Kṛṣṇa hovers bumblebee‑like, yearning for Śrī Rādhā’s lotus face. Her wagtail eyes, soft words, gentle smile, and kohl‑lined gaze humble even Cupid’s pride.
