Durvadalshyamtanumanogya Kaantam Likhati Virahavedana. Shvete Kapole Nayanod Bindu Nishpand Nirdhut Kucha Dhanashree. - Sage Narada, Raag Nirupanam Dhanashree is the wife of Basant and is green complexioned like grass. She is writing a letter to her husband expressing the pangs of separation. The tears flowing from her eyes are wetting her white cheeks while her chests are shaking with her deep breathing. Raag Dhanashree is performed in the early afternoon.
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Śrī Madanagopāla, Śrī Kṛṣṇa, stands as the bridegroom, and Śrī Rādhā appears as His ever-new bride. The beauty of this divine Couple shines so gracefully, appearing as if a golden vine is gracefully entwining itself around a newly blossomed tamāla tree.
O Pyārī Rādhe, today Your eyes are extremely playful and intoxicated with love. Through the devotion of Your love and Your golden form, You have completely brought Rasikalāla Śrī Kṛṣṇa under Your control.
Place unshakable faith in Shri Radha, and firmly believe that Shri Radha Herself will take care of you and protect you always.
O Lord of Vraja, Shri Krishna! Please heed my plea—I have no one else in this world.
O Charming Radha, when will you grant me Your darshan? Like the chakori bird thirsting for the moon, my eyes long for the nectar of Your form.
Whose nose-ring (beṣar) is more beautiful? This question sparked a playful rivalry between Sri Radha and Sri Krishna, intensifying the emotional excitement in their hearts.
Shri Krishna says to Shri Radha - O Pyariju! Your habit of sulking brings me unbearable pain. Even the slightest movement of your raised eyebrows leaves me devoid of all awareness of myself.
O Uddhav! We do not mind your discussions of Brahm-Gyan (Impersonal Brahm), but only a true connoisseur (Rasika) can understand the essence of the rasa (nectar) we speak of. How can one with a dull, monotonous heart ever comprehend its depth?
O Radhe! You are intoxicated in the nectar of Sri Mohan. O the ever-new bride! Why are you hiding the secret of that solitary meeting from me? You are hesitant because of first love, right?
O Sakhi, today I will drench my beloved Lord Krishna in color. I will embrace him close to my heart, casting aside all societal norms and the morality of the clan like a mere blade of grass.
Residence in Vrindavan is exclusively granted to those upon whom Sri Radha bestows grace. Sri Dham Vrindavan is divine and unparalleled, an enchanting land that serves as the personal abode of the divine couple Sri Shyama Shyam.
Whether we are good or bad, we belong to you. Our reputation and fame are in your hands; Please hear my prayer, O Lord.
How can I sing the nectar of the Raas dance? My residence in Braj is solely possible through the grace of Shri Radhika, the beloved of Shri Shyamsundar.
Oh, foolish mind, you've wasted this life in vain. Indulging in pride, and chasing worldly desires, you've failed to sing the glories of Hari.
Glory to Shri Radha, the one who dwells in the Kunjas! O Sri Radha, please grant me access to reside in Vrindavan without delay. I wish to be colored in the nectar of Vrindavan by dwelling amidst the lush vines and trees of Vrindavan, by the Yamuna river, surrounded by the holy dust of the land, and in the close association of Rasik saints.
Both Shri Radha and Sri Krishn bet on their nose ring and asks Lalita, “Whose nose ring is more beautiful?”.
Chant the supremely blissful “Shri Radha” name. Shri Shyama Pyari, who is bright with Her beauty, is the head of all the sakhis.
Shri Surdas Ji says - O, the Protector of the cows, Lord Krishn! I am badly tired now of traveling all through the 8.4 million forms of life by wearing a robe of lust and anger and putting a garland of sensual pleasures around my neck.
O Shri Radha Pyari! You have enslaved Shri Krishn forever. Everyone is under the control of Shri Krishn, the supreme personality of Godhead, but He is under your control.
I sacrifice my body and mind to the ever-youthful divine couple Shri Radha Krishn. I wish I always behold the fair and dark form of the divine couple, over and over again, through some threshold in the forest bowers.
