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Śrī Rādhā has so completely taken possession of my mind, body, and eyes that I have no awareness of anything else except Her. Such an intense cry and anguish of separation surge within my heart that whatever arises there spontaneously pours forth from my lips.
The true premī devotees of Śrī Hari attain supreme bliss only when they shed tears for Him. Placing their bodies in the furnace of the fire of separation, they make the metal of their longing for the Beloved ever more tender, relishable, and filled with love.
O my beloved Kiśorī Jī! Please dispel the sorrow of my separation. O ocean of compassion, most merciful and beloved Śrī Rādhā Jī! You are supremely capable in every way.
The eyes, speech, mind, and ears of a Virahiṇī gopī have all gone to her beloved Śyāmasundara. Within the confines of her body, only a few life-breaths remain, sustained solely by the hope that her Beloved will return one day.
O Kiśorī Śrī Rādhe, whatever I may be — good or bad — I belong to You alone. I am restless day and night in the agony of your separation; kindly hear my call without delay.
Through this couplet, Dayābāī Jī expresses the divine experience of beholding Śyāmā-Śyāma in Śrī Vṛndāvana Dhāma. She says, lost in the burning pain of separation, she cried out again and again, calling “Śyāmā-Śyāma,” until one day, in a secluded kuñja, the divine Couple, Lāḍilī Lāl, revealed Themselves to her. In that single moment, her life transformed into complete fulfillment.
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.
O Śrī Rādhe! Your beloved Śrī Kṛṣṇa sings only Your glories without cease. He chants none but Your holy name and sheds tears heavily in the agony of separation. Divine passion has so tormented Kṛṣṇa that he is utterly restless, wholly agitated in your devotion.
Seeing her intense longing for God realization, Śrī Dayābāī Jī was instructed by her Gurudeva, Śrī Caraṇdās Jī, to reside in Vṛndāvan. The vision of Śyāmā–Śyām that she received there is described as follows— O friend! Today, the two Kuñja-Bihārīs (Śrī Lāḍilī-Lāl) suddenly met me within the secluded forest bower.
A sakhī teasing Lord Krishna—O Beloved! Tell me, whose grace has granted You this title of “Rasika” (connoisseur of divine love)? In Your previous Śūkra-avatāra, when, taking the form of a pig, were You called ‘Madan Mohan’ (captivator of even the God of beauty, Kamadeva)?
Sri Albeli, longing for the darshan of Shri Radha, describes her state of separation: eyes widened in wonder, heart and limbs trembling unceasingly, tears flowing in an endless stream like a spontaneous fountain, lying intoxicated upon the banks of the Yamuna, absorbed in the remembrance of Shri Kishori Ji.
O Shri Radha! Please accept my humble plea. I am your own maidservant, a devoted worshipper of your divine feet. I belong to no one except you from countless births.
I am but a humble beggar, yearning for just one glance of Yours, O Bhanu’s charming daughter, Shri Radha! Please hear my prayer.
The separation from the divine couple, Shri Radha Krishna, who perform Nitya Vihara, is now unbearable. Shri Lalita Kishori humbly pleads, O Sri Radha! Please bestow your grace and grant me residence in Shri Vrindavan.
That love which is uninterrupted, unwavering, and endless, where even in union, the longing does not diminish but continually increases, that alone is called pure love.
O Priyaji (Sri Radha), I am the servant of your servants. Now, please take care of me, O Ladili, for it has already been delayed too long.
With a mischievous smile, my beloved Mohan (Krishna) has pierced me with the dagger of love.
As Shri Krishna, filled with utmost love, gently touched the sacred lotus feet of Shri Radha, her sulk dissolved, and she was pleased, bringing an end to the sorrow of their separation.
O Beloved Kishori Ji, please hear my earnest plea without delay. No matter how tirelessly I strive, the sins accumulated over countless lifetimes cannot be washed away by my efforts alone.
Rasik saints are not found in abundance, just as the troop of lions is rarely seen. The vine of separation (Virah) does not sprout everywhere, and true love does not dwell in every heart.
