Aaj Sakhi Van Ki Sobha Dekhi - Sri Thakur Das Ju Ki Vani, Pad (3)
A sakhī tells her friend: “O friend! Witness the unmatched beauty of Vṛndāvana’s forest today! In the sacred waters of Śrī Yamunā, the lotuses bloom fully, a truly enchanting sight.”
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A sakhī tells her friend: “O friend! Witness the unmatched beauty of Vṛndāvana’s forest today! In the sacred waters of Śrī Yamunā, the lotuses bloom fully, a truly enchanting sight.”
Truly blessed are the papīhās (hawk cuckoo) of Vṛndāvan. They drink no other water and wait exclusively for the raindrops from the Svātī star.
This divine ‘Rasa Reeti’ (mode of love) of the divine couple, Priya-Pritam—known as Nitya Vihar Rasa—is like raindrops from the dark Swati star. Just as this drop takes on different forms based on the recipient—camphor in the banana tree, nectar in the lotus, life in the papihā bird, and a pearl in the oyster—so too does this pure rasa transform according to the heart (pātra) it touches.
O Radhey, I am forever, forever your servant. Please grant me the honor of serving in your palace, fulfilling my desire to be your humble attendant.
Love pays no heed to death, just as the moth, seeing the flame, burns itself without a second thought.
The mysterious nature of love is known only to those who truly experience it, much like the 'papiha' bird in the Ganges yearns only for the raindrops of a dark cloud of ‘Swati Nakshatra’, rejecting the sacred waters of Ganga itself.
Rasik masters have exalted the magnificence of Śrī Dhām Vṛndāvan as an abode overflowing with immense rasa, where one should reside and sing the glories of the divine couple, Śrī Rādhā Kṛṣṇa.
Most enchanting are the trees of Vrindavan, beholding which, all the material desires in the heart are destroyed because the divine couple, Shri Radha Krishn, always dwell together under their shades.
Shyam [Krishn] is happily dancing with the peacocks and pleasing Shyama [Radha].
Today in Kuñja-mahal, frogs, peacocks, and papīhā produce melodious sounds, while the cuckoo sings sweetly.
O Śrī Kṛṣṇa, my eyes are like thirsty papihā birds (hawk-cuckoos). Please let me drink the nectar of Your form—like raindrops falling from the Svātī star for these papihā eyes.
Today, dark clouds have appeared in Braj. Ever-new waves of love arise in the heart due to various flashes of lightning.
O Lord, how extraordinary it would be if the moon were to long for the chakora bird, and the raindrops from a dark cloud under 'Swāti Nakṣatra' were to run towards the chātaka bird.
O Sakhi, Look at this beautiful flowery bower. Shri Radha Krishn is sitting at this bower, the glimpses of which are impossible to describe.
O, Lord Krishn, the King of Braj, Whatever you decide for my destiny, I will accept it positively. Why should I think unnecessarily? You have provided me such a great life till now, everything will be auspicious in the future as well.
Our Shri Radharani is an eternal bride. Shri Krishn always feels fortunate and proud when He follows the instructions given by Shri Radharani as He always depends entirely on Her even though He is the Price of Braj.