Pushpaguchchapriyo Madhviras Pan Kutuhalah. Manojgarvajanakah Sarango Raagnayakah. - Sage Narada, Raag Nirupanam (82) Sarang is the son of Kaushik. He is fond of flower bunches and excited to drink the juice of madhvi flowers. He makes the cupid to be proud of him and he is the leader of Raagas. Raag Sarang or Vrindavani Sarang is a raag of Shringar Ras or romantic love. It is sung in afternoon. It belongs to Kaafi Thaat.
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How can my insignificant words ever describe this supremely divine bliss of love? The intimate manner in which the divine couple, Śrī Rādhā-Mohana, eternally relish Their amorous love-plays (nitya-vihāra) upon the beautiful banks of the Yamunā in the sacred abode of Śrī Vṛndāvana is entirely beyond the power of speech.
Brahmā says, one should live in the lanes of Braja in such a way that one sustains oneself through the remnants of food left upon the leaf-plates of the Brajavāsīs and cowherds.
Where could I possibly go, leaving this sacred realm of Vṛndāvana? For a fallen and lowly soul like me, there is no refuge other than the lotus feet of Śrī Kṛṣṇa.
Brahmā, offering his prayers, says— O Mādhava (Kṛṣṇa), make me the dust of Śrī Vṛndāvana. This is that divine dust upon which You walk with Your lotus feet while tending the cows from forest to forest every day.
Śrī Rādhā approaches with gently swaying arms. She keeps Her lotus-like face partly veiled and does not fully reveal it; even the tilaka upon Her forehead has been partly erased.
O Sakhī! In this festival of Holi, there is no place left for shyness or restraint. The divine Rasiya (Śrī Kṛṣṇa) wanders about playing His tambourine (ḍaphalī), singing songs filled with playful and teasing jests.
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.
O friend! A graceful, dark cloud–like form of Śrī Kṛṣṇa delights in loving play within this Vṛndāvana. Every limb is adorned with splendid ornaments, the sweet flute rests upon His lips, and even the charm of His very shadow enchants the heart.
O Śyāmajū (Śrī Rādhā), boundless ocean of compassion, Your divine splendor enchants even Śrī Kuñjabihārī, the crown-jewel among rasikas.
O Sakhi, No matter how much someone tries to explain it, the truth is that the eternal Nitya-vihāra (love-plays) of the divine couple, Śrī Bihārī–Bihāriṇī Jū is filled with such wondrous and extraordinary rasa that no one can ever fully comprehend their depth.
O dear friend! The divine couple, Śrī Śyāma‑Śyām, are joyfully swinging on a swing. In the ever‑fresh, blossoming forest‑temple of nikuṃja, the most magnificent and graceful, Śrī Rādhā, is lovingly engaged in sweet love‑play with Her beloved, Śrī Kṛṣṇa.
In a flower-adorned arbor, our beloved Lālji (Śrī Kṛṣṇa) is seated. The beautiful Śyām embodies the pinnacle of charm, His garlands captivating the heart.
O PyariJu! I swear by You, who else knows the art of braiding hair as I do? No one can arrange white, yellow, and red flowers between the strands as beautifully as I can.
Seek refuge in Shri Vrindavan. Day and night, love the lotus feet of the Yugala Bihari (Shri Radha-Krishna).
O Kunja-biharini Shri Radhe! You are the crest jewel among the kings of fine arts. In dance and music, You are unmatched. From You, countless ragas and raginis spring forth, their sweet notes resonating in both high and low tones.
Shri Vrindavan is the crown jewel of all holy places, the capital of the rasikas, where the Lord of Nidhivan, the beloved Prince of Braj, Shri Krishna, eternally resides, and where Queen Shri Radharani, His supremely loving consort, forever remains in her divine form beside Him.
Sri Vitthalvipul Biharinidasi says, O Radha! Your eyes speak the truth of love. Why then do you try to mislead us with false replies and playful denials? Let go of this mock sulk.
The ever-fresh Yamuna bank of the beautiful Shri Vrindavan Dham is extremely enchanting, where the newly adorned Shyamasundar, the lifter of Govardhan, resides.
The ever-new glories of the divine couple, Shri Radhavallabh, are beyond all description. Even the greatest poets of Bharat do not tire of describing the nectar of their divine love.
O Sri Radhe, please grant me residence in Vrindavan! Let my mind become yours and remain surrendered like a water-carrier’s pot balanced on the head; let even my body stay close in your service in Vrindavan.
