Syaam Rang Aru Nain Salaune - Shri Dayabai
The charming dark complexion, captivating eyes, and curly locks of Śrī Śyāmasundara are absolutely beautiful.
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The charming dark complexion, captivating eyes, and curly locks of Śrī Śyāmasundara are absolutely beautiful.
In the lake of divine play that is Śrī Vṛndāvana, Śrī Priyā-Lāla are sporting together like two beautiful swans. They relish the sweet nectar of each other’s lips, while the rasikas, who enhance the beauty of that lake like lotuses, continuously gaze upon Their loving pastimes.
The exceedingly clever and beautiful sakhī, Śrī Lalitā Jī, stands holding a vīṇā in her hands, singing in sweet melodies. Lying upon Their bed, Śrī Śyāmā-Śyāma listen to this sweet strain, which only heightens Their desire to hear this music even more.
Oh sakhī! Without beholding the dark-complexioned Śrī Kṛṣṇa, I find not a moment of peace. My heart remains restless at every moment, for my eyes thirst constantly to gaze upon His incomparable beauty.
When Ghanashyam (Śrī Kṛṣṇa) draws the sweet melody of His flute and smiles gently, His smile appears as a flash of lightning amidst the deep‑blue clouds of His dark form.
Śrī Dhāma Vṛndāvana is supremely sweet and the bestower of all happiness. Any person who resides here with deep devotion naturally becomes a treasure-house of divine rasa.
The sweet sound of the anklets adorning the lotus feet of Śrī Rādhā is so enchanting that it appears as though Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s ears themselves have come and taken residence at Her feet solely to hear that divine melody. The lotus feet of Śrī Rādhā bestow the highest happiness.
May I become a bee in the groves of Vṛndāvana upon the banks of Kāliyadaha, dwelling upon the branches of the trees. Or may I become a parrot or a cuckoo in Nidhīvana, continuously singing the sweet Name “Rādhā.”
In this divine night within the kuñja, the beloved Śrī Rādhā and Śrī Lāl (Kṛṣṇa) are immersed in rasa-filled pastimes. With their faces joined together, they engage in loving play, while the melodious sound of their anklets and the gentle chime of their bangles create a sweet music all around.
O most merciful Śrī Rādhikā, I earnestly beg for Your grace. Repeatedly, I bow with this gentle prayer, that Your supremely pure and charming form may always reside within my mind, for it is all-auspicious and the very source of divine bliss.
The Divine Couple, Śrī Vihārī–Vihārin, are celebrating the festival of spring today. Clouds of abīra and gulāla surge like showers of color, as if syringes of hues are raining down the very colors of love.
Ever-youthful Shri Radha and the ever-new Rasika Shri Krishna are bound together in the sacred bond of divine love. With just a slight, gentle smile, they completely steal away my heart.
When will that blessed moment arrive when I become a cuckoo, sweetly singing from a tree in some secluded grove by the Yamunā in Vrindavan? Or, becoming a bumblebee at the lotus feet of Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa, may I softly hum sweet melodies in Their loving service?
Today, Śrī Kṛṣṇa, whose graceful form bends in three places, joyfully swings Śrī Rādhā upon a beautiful swing. Her limbs, naturally adorned with divine ornaments, glisten with saffron hues, and she is dressed in a radiant five-colored saree.
Nitya Vihāriṇī, Shri Radha is the treasure of supreme bliss and the unfathomable ocean of happiness. Overflowing with divine love, She is effortlessly enchanting and always remains near Her beloved Kuṃjabihārī.
Vrindavan Dham is the embodiment of divine love, where the pinnacle of sweetness, the divine couple, Shri Radha and Shri Krishna, eternally dwell. Every particle there is immersed in rasa, as if rivers of Mādhurya rasa are overflowing all around.
O tongue! You are the mine of rasa, naturally drawn to sweetness and flavor, then why not constantly drink the nectar of “Shri Radha” name, for there is no sweetness greater than it?
O dear friend, just behold, this sight is the very essence of beauty. By the Yamuna’s banks, under the cool shade of a kadamba tree, the divine couple Shri Shyama Shyam stand, their arms entwined.
O Sri Radhe, please grant me residence in Vrindavan! Let my mind become yours and remain surrendered like a water-carrier’s pot balanced on the head; let even my body stay close in your service in Vrindavan.
The Pālāś trees have blossomed across the forests and gardens, and the cuckoo sings a sweet melody.