Dari Gayo Manamohan Pasi Anbaki - Shri Mirabai
Manmohana Śrī Kṛṣṇa has cast the snare of His love upon me. Now, when the cuckoo sings from the branch of the mango tree, that becomes as painful as death to me, and the world mocks me.
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Manmohana Śrī Kṛṣṇa has cast the snare of His love upon me. Now, when the cuckoo sings from the branch of the mango tree, that becomes as painful as death to me, and the world mocks me.
It is well known to all that Śrī Hari is the Lord even of all lords, yet Śrī Rādhā is the sovereign of that very Supreme Lord, Śrī Hari. Śrī Kṛṣṇa, casting aside all His splendor and prestige, continually begs for love from His Svāminī, Śrī Rādhā, and concealing all His sovereignty, He remains completely surrendered to Her love.
To whom can I express this deep agony of love within my heart? For even if I were to speak of it to someone, no one would believe it. Everyone merely wishes to offer superficial consolation, but no one can truly recognize this affliction of love that dwells deep within.
The sweet nectar of divine love-bliss that showers in Barsānā is found nowhere else in the three worlds. Indeed, that very rasa is difficult to attain even in Vaikuṇṭha.
A sakhī, teasing and lovingly persuading Śrī Rādhā, says: “O sakhī! You know very well that the limbs of Gopāla, Śrī Kṛṣṇa, are as tender as lotus petals. I bow to You in affection — do You not realize that even the slightest trace of Your displeasure causes Śrī Kṛṣṇa to wither away in sorrow?”
Within the enchanting and rasa-filled groves of Śrī Vṛndāvana Dhāma, the divine form of Priyā-Priyatama (Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa) eternally resides. There, Śrī Ṭhākura Dāsa Jī exclusively worships the king of nectars, nitya-vihāra-rasa, revealed by Śrī Svāmī Haridāsa Jī.
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.”
People speak of exclusive devotion—“I belong only to Thākurjī; God alone is mine!”—yet within themselves they tightly conceal their attachments behind closed lips. Before the Lord, they merely display a hollow show of purity, while the inner darkness and deceit remain unchanged; their minds stay attached to wealth, honor, status, and family ties.
To humble souls, He effortlessly bestows eternal residence in Śrī Dhām Vṛndāvan. Therefore, one must immerse oneself in the loving devotion of Śrī Swami Haridās by constantly engaging in the nitya-vihāra-rasa of the Divine Couple, Śrī Śyāma Kunjbihārī.
One sakhi (friend) says to another — Now what will you explain, and who will understand you? You have already sown the seeds of infamy. What’s the use of overthinking now? Since you yourself have fallen into the snare of love, whom can you blame?
In the Lalit Mohinī Kunja (the charming and enchanting groves of Vrindavan), Śrī Thākur Dāsī is blessed with the privilege to behold the treasure of that divine beauty and rasa. He says that there, the Sahcarīs (female companions) are intoxicated with love and remain ever engaged in the selfless service of the Divine Couple, Śrī Śyāma Kunjbihārī.
Thakurji (Shri Krishna) keeps His distance from those absorbed in injunctions, prohibitions, rituals, and outward formalities. But to a pure-hearted lover, He joyfully draws near — embracing them again and again with loving affection.
With the tenderness of the lotus, the fragrance of the rose, and the cool radiance of the moon, O Śrī Rādhā, Your unparalleled form has emerged.
O Shyama Ju (Shri Radha), my Lalji (Shri Krishna) is completely colored in Your divine love. Why then do You say nothing? Has he done something wrong?
O creator! Why was I not born as a peacock in Vrindavan? There, I would dwell atop Govardhan, forever gazing at the enchanting son of Nanda, Shri Krishna.
Blessed, truly blessed is the gardener of Shri Vrindavan Dham! She sits at the Lord’s doorway, stringing beautiful flower garlands with loving devotion.
Through the grace of Shri Lalit Mohini Dev, I am blessed to behold the divine Keli love plays of the ever-blissful couple, Sri Bihari Biharini. With each passing moment, Vrindavan shines with fresh beauty, forever enchanting. Sri Thakur Das humbly surrenders himself, again and again.
The divine couple, Shri Radha Krishna, are completely immersed in each other’s unparalleled beauty and sweetness. Every limb of their divine bodies overflows with ever-increasing love, a beauty beyond description.
The land is filled with thorny Karil trees, and its wells hold only salty water.
Revere Swami Shri Haridas Ji, the very essence of all the essences. Thakur Das Ji humbly acknowledges that, through the boundless grace of Shri Lalit Mohini Dev Ji, he has been blessed with the eternal, divine nectar of Nitya Vihara.