The real nectar is the writings of the rasik saints of Braj Vrindavan Dham which is the foundation of ‘Rasopasna’ (Blissful devotional path). Whoever wishes to drink the nectar, should follow the footsteps of the Rasik Saints. The writings of Rasiks saints are real treasure for the serious devotees/sadhaks who wish to attain the bliss of Vrindavan in this life.
2861 Padas Found
O youthful daughter of Śrī Vṛṣabhānu! Please bestow Your grace upon me. Just as the cakora bird longs restlessly for the sight of the moon, so too I wander about in anguish, yearning intensely for a glimpse of Your divine form.
Whatever happens in the world is done by Śrī Kṛṣṇa alone. Whoever thinks that everything is accomplished through their own effort is deeply mistaken.
On a full-moon autumn night, beneath the radiant sky of Śrī Vṛndāvana, Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the moon of Vraja, performs an enchanting Rāsa on the sacred banks of the Yamunā.
May I daily offer my reverent obeisances at the lotus feet of Śrī Girirāja Govardhana and constantly remember His supremely radiant and divine form.
O Śrī Vṛndāvana! You are my one and only goal and ultimate shelter. Although I am most fallen and full of misdeeds, I have now come exclusively under Your refuge.
O Śrī Rādhā! How wondrously must the Creator have fashioned Your incomparable face! To create its extraordinary beauty, Lord Brahmā set aside all his other creations throughout the three worlds, devoted his entire attention to Your face, and fashioned it with the utmost care and effort.
O Śrī Kiśorī Jī! Your divine beauty is supremely divine. O Śrī Rādhā Jū, beloved daughter of Śrī Vṛṣabhānu Jī! My eyes remain forever eager and restless to behold Your enchanting form continuously.
Lord Śrī Kṛṣṇa, ever adorned with fresh and enchanting hues of divine love, is exceedingly beautiful. A lovely crown adorns His head, a cowherd's staff rests in His hand, and a yellow garment graces His body.
O sakhī! Śrī Kṛṣṇa stands upon Charan Pahāṛī. His pītāmbara flutters in the rushing wind, and the splendour of the crown tilted upon His head appears exquisitely unique.
Those who sing of the divine loving pastimes of Śrī Rādhā Kṛṣṇa in the secluded forest bowers, yet secretly harbour ambitions for fame and wealth, or who renounce their homes and worldly possessions while still longing for bodily comforts, pleasures, and adornments, remain inwardly consumed by worldly desires.
It was in this very Śrīdhāma Vṛndāvana that the gopīs observed the vow of Śrī Kātyāyanī Devī out of an intense longing to attain the playful, heart-stealing Śrī Kṛṣṇa.
Having bathed, Śrī Rādhā, the beloved daughter of Śrī Vṛṣabhānu Jī, is adorned in beautiful garments, with an enchanting necklace upon Her chest, tilaka and a bindi upon Her forehead, kohl in Her eyes, and a pearl nose-ring adorning Her nose.
O sakhī, my mind has become so deeply absorbed in the exquisitely captivating dark form of Śrī Kṛṣṇa that it is completely submerged and lost in the incomparable splendor of His every limb.
O Śrī Rādhā! Listen attentively to the melody of the flute; within the nikunja, Śrī Śyāmasundara is singing of Your virtues alone. Whenever the breeze arrives after touching Your sacred limbs, He steps forward to meet it and lovingly embraces it to His heart.
Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the crest-jewel among rasikas, eternally dances, illuminated by a supremely brilliant effulgence. Sweetly uttering the rhythmic sound "theī-theī," He steals the hearts of all the young maidens of Vraja and shatters the pride of millions of Cupids.
Śrī Rādhikā Jū, the supreme embodiment of divine virtues and beauty, has completely captivated Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the crest-jewel of rasikas. Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s body, mind, wealth, youth, ornaments, and very life—everything—are entirely dedicated to His beloved Śrī Rādhā.
Supremely blessed are those serpents of Vṛndāvana Dhāma who reside in the temples of Śrī Ṭhākurajī and make their hissing heard there.
Now my mind is completely surrendered at the lotus feet of Śrī Rādhā Jū. The youthful princess, Śrī Priyā Jū, has mercifully accepted me as Her own.
O my beloved Śrī Rādhā Jū! You are the very embodiment of divine, incomparable beauty. Even millions of radiant autumn full moons would surrender all their splendour before the divine brilliance of Your supremely enchanting lotus face.
The bright moonlight of the autumn season has spread everywhere—upon the lakes, over the palm and tamāla trees, upon the garlands around the neck, in the lanes of Vṛndāvana, and throughout the pastime-site of Baṁśīvaṭa.
