Bhasmangaliptavayavah Sugatro Bhalasthale Shobhit Sheet Rashmih. Trishulhasto Vrishamadhirudho Sa Bhairavah Kathita Munindraih. - Sage Narada, Raag Nirupanam (55) Bhairav has a trident in his hand, his beautiful body is smeared all over with ash. He is seated on the bull according to the sage Narad. The Season: "Sharad" (September and October) Time: 5 AM Description: Raag Bhairav is represented by the divine features, straight and unswerving figure of God Shiva adorned with matted hair, distinguished by a third eye on the forehead, by a white garment and by a garland composed of skulls around his neck. Expressive Emotion: Shiva-like, Bhairav in an unswerving posture and with a calm mind completely engrossed in meditation of God "Vishnu," utters every moment the sacred name of "Hari." Medicinal Value: Raag Bhairava if sung or played systematically according to the scriptures possesses the following curative values:- It cures cough, diseases of the liver, regulates the action of the heart and generates vitality.
41 Padas Found
All glories to Śrī Yamunā Jī, the giver of all happiness! O Mother Yamunā, You are supremely merciful, the very embodiment of compassion, the source of all auspiciousness, and the remover of all misfortune.
The sacred dust of Śrī Rādhā Jū’s lotus feet alone is my complete treasure and wealth. Through mind, speech, and actions, I remain exclusively devoted to my Śyāmā Mahārāṇī.
O Svāminī, setting aside all my faults and failings, kindly look upon me with Your grace and grant me residence within the Nikunja. Nowhere in the three worlds have I ever seen or even heard of a pair as charming and enchanting as the divine Couple, Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa.
At dawn, upon hearing the gentle humming of bees, the sakhīs became intoxicated with joy and gracefully made their way toward the palace. Each step they took resembled a rippling river of love rushing toward the infinite ocean of divine beauty.
O Gurudev! I am your child, and you are my true divine Mother, protecting me every moment.
O Pyārījū! There is no fault in You — Your grace is boundless. The fault lies entirely within me, for I am nothing but a massive bundle of sins.
My heart is now forever tied to my beloved Madan Mohan. The gentle swing of pearl strands from His slanted crown is etched so deeply within me, that it has erased all else.
Seeing the forest adorned with dense trees and blooming vines, the hearts of the people of Braj are filled with joy.
Alas, I have spoiled everything in every possible way. I have thrown away the injunction of the Vedas, the sense of social modesty and family decorum.
Shyam (Krishna) has become completely captivated by the charming Radha. He is enchanted by her sidelong glances and playful movement of Her eyesbrows, fully entranced by the one who brings glory to the Gopa (cowherd) clan.
O Kishori Ji (Sri Radha), please remove all my worldly obstacles so that I may receive your grace. I truthfully say that there is no greater sinner than me in this entire universe.
Hail to the lotus feet of Sri Radha, where our unparalleled, crown jewel among Rasikas (transcendental lovers) is eternally immersed.
The strength of the helpless lies in God. Based on the experiences of past saints, it should be noted that their troubles are rectified through the divine intervention of God when they place their trust in God.
O friend, I have now completely surrendered to the enchanting lotus feet of Sri Radha. Wherever she leads, I shall follow, as if captivated by her grace.
In the morning, our divine couple, Shri Shyamashyam, engages in the sacred play of divine love within the Kunj Palace.
I find my Swamini, Shri Radhika, incredibly enchanting. She has deer-like eyes, melodious cuckoo-like speech, and is the very source of happiness for her beloved Shri Shyamsundar.
Tell me, O Radhey, the source of boundless bliss. However numerous my faults may be, you are the vast ocean of infinite compassion. Therefore, shower your grace upon me without regard for my imperfections.
Sri Radha Pyari is manifested, a mine of beauty where nectar flows from every limb, her form beyond description.
O Kishoriju [Sri Radha]! You are the only essence of my life. I have nothing to do with anyone else except You; You are my sole proprietress.
Sri Vrindavan, the King of Forests, belongs to the one and only Sri Radha Ju, where the land is studded with gems and the creepers shimmer like gold.
