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O Lord Śrī Kṛṣṇa! Leaving You, to whom else shall I go? At whose door should I bow my head, and why should I surrender myself into the hands of anyone else—that is, why should I take shelter of anyone other than You?
True happiness and supreme peace are found in this life only when every limb of my body is graced by the touch of the sacred dust of Śrī Vṛndāvana, and my eyes begin to shed pure, selfless tears of love.
This Śrī Vṛndāvana Dhāma is completely permeated with Śrī Rādhā, where throughout all eight watches of the day, only the resonance of the name "Rādhā Rādhā" echoes.
Sahajobāī Jī says that Śrī Hari resides within, and with every natural breath, the sacred stream of this inner pilgrimage flows continuously. The sādhaka who turns inward and bathes in this inner pilgrimage, becoming absorbed in Śrī Hari within, becomes free from both sin and virtue and attains the supreme abode of Śrī Hari.
He whose pastimes, names, forms, and potencies are infinite, and whose depths no one has ever been able to fathom.
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.
O ever-youthful and graceful Śrī Rādhā! You are the very embodiment of an unfathomable ocean of compassion. Please bestow such grace upon me that I may develop supreme faith in the sacred dust of Śrī Vṛndāvana Dhāma, so that this dust becomes supremely sweet and blissful to me.
Whether worldly people or even the devotees mock and ridicule me, I shall not mind anyone’s words in the slightest. Constantly remembering Śrī Rādhāramaṇa, let whatever is destined to happen now happen; I have no concern for it.
O beautiful Svāminī Jī, the very embodiment of the ocean of bliss, please hear my prayer! You alone are the one who intensifies the divine love-rasa. O fair-complexioned (Śrī Rādhā Gorī Jū), O beloved Priyā Jī, all glories forever to You! Please bestow such grace upon me that I may remain Your maidservant eternally.
Śrī Harirāma Vyāsa Jī says that just as a scarecrow standing in a field may appear frightening, yet in reality cannot harm anyone, similarly, the fears and obstacles of this world merely instill fear. The sādhaka who places his trust in the Lord and moves forward fearlessly, undaunted by all such fears and obstacles, attains the boundless treasure of bhakti and prema-rasa.
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.
To behold Lāla Jī (Śrī Kṛṣṇa) alone in the puruṣa-bhāva (male beloved), and Śrī Priyā Jī (Śrī Rādhā) in triyā-bhāva (the intimate mood of a sakhī or sahacarī), and then, with completely selfless love and 'tatsukha-bhāva' (finding happiness only in their happiness), to lovingly serve the Divine Couple in Their eternal Nitya-Vihāra (love-plays), is the supreme form of worship.
The sahacarīs have come and arranged a wondrous ārati for Priyā-Lāla, in which the mind itself is the ceremonial plate, love is the wick, and the countless loving desires to serve Lāḍilī-Lāla in this vihāra shine as the ghee and camphor.
Being the Āhlādinī, the divine potency who brings bliss to both God and His devotees, Śrī Rādhā alone always deepens and enhances rasa. In incarnations such as Matsya and Kacchapa, even the very discussion of rasa was rare.
It is through rasa (nectar) that trees stand and flourish; through rasa, their leaves remain green; through rasa, they become laden with flowers; and it is rasa that gives them life.
In a playful mood, Śrī Kṛṣṇa gently covered Śrī Rādhā's eyes. Then, casting an enchanting sidelong glance from the corners of Her eyes, She pierced Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s heart through and through with Her bewitching gaze.
This is the very same sacred land of Śrī Dhāma Vṛndāvana, which was once the place of penance of Maharṣi Saubhari, situated closely along the banks of Yamunā Jī.
O most wise beloved, Śrī Kṛṣṇa! Without You, this life is utterly meaningless. Rather than letting my life-breath continually burn in the fire of separation from You, it would be better for these very life-breaths to depart.
O beloved! There is an enchanting spell in your very glance. Ever since I beheld your charming face, I have forgotten my body, mind, and wealth.
Sūradāsa Madanamohana Jī says that the thirteen lakh rupees collected at Sandīlā were offered in the service of saints and for feeding them, after which he left for Vṛndāvana. It is said that, as a revenue officer under Emperor Akbar, he sent boxes filled with stones and pebbles to the royal treasury, placing this dohā inside them. Akbar later forgave him, seeing his honesty, and summoned him back, but Sūradāsa Jī, detached from royal service, chose to remain in Śrī Vṛndāvana.
