Kaun Sune Aba Baat Hamari - Shri Suradas, Surasagar
O Banavārī! Who else will listen to my plea now? I see no one else as capable and powerful as You; to whom then can I go to express the deep anguish of my heart?
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O Banavārī! Who else will listen to my plea now? I see no one else as capable and powerful as You; to whom then can I go to express the deep anguish of my heart?
Such a wondrous and extraordinary love pervades the very limbs of the Divine Couple that, although They eternally and constantly remain together at all times, They are never satiated.
Both Śrī Rādhā and Śrī Kṛṣṇa are swinging on an exquisitely beautiful swing. While swinging, They lean and sway toward one another, causing waves of wondrous beauty to arise from Their every limb.
Immersed in the supreme rasa, Śrī Vihāriṇījī (Śrī Rādhā) has lovingly placed Her arm around the neck of Her beloved Śrī Kṛṣṇa. Seated together upon an exceedingly beautiful and charming bed, the divine Couple appears to be the very pinnacle of all beauty.
O my beloved Kiśorī Jī! Please dispel the sorrow of my separation. O ocean of compassion, most merciful and beloved Śrī Rādhā Jī! You are supremely capable in every way.
The beauty of the eternally youthful Śrī Rādhā is unparalleled and immeasurable, appearing ever-new at every moment. Beholding Her Form, even the crest-jewel among Rasikas, Śrī Śyāmasundara, stands spellbound and completely motionless, like a painted portrait.
When will that day come when, amidst the creepers of Śrī Vṛndāvana, I will call out aloud, “Śrī Rādhikā! Śrī Rādhikā!” and my gait and intellect will become completely motionless in the supreme rasa of Śrī Vṛndāvana Dhāma?
In the nikunja-dhāma of Śrī Haridāsī (Svāmī Śrī Haridās Jī), Śyāmā-Kunjabihārī, possessing the fair and dark forms, are eternally absorbed in Their constant divine pastimes. Here, They remain in an unbroken trance of conjugal pastimes (yugala-vihāra) that is never interrupted, day or night.
O beloved Kiśorī Jī! May You ever reside within my eyes. You dwell in the nikunja bower of Śrī Vṛndāvana, where Lalitā and the other sakhīs constantly remain by Your side, dedicated to Your service.
We offer our respectful obeisances unto Śrī Rādhikā, the sustainer of the universe, by whose golden radiance even the dark-hued form of Lord Śrī Kṛṣṇa, shining like a blue sapphire, appears bright. By the intensity of Her divine effulgence, even the darkest bumblebees, crows, and cuckoos appear fair-complexioned.
It is well known to all that Śrī Hari is the Lord even of all lords, yet Śrī Rādhā is the sovereign of that very Supreme Lord, Śrī Hari. Śrī Kṛṣṇa, casting aside all His splendor and prestige, continually begs for love from His Svāminī, Śrī Rādhā, and concealing all His sovereignty, He remains completely surrendered to Her love.
Even the divine, wish-fulfilling cow Kāmadhenu, who fulfills all desires, harbors the deep longing, “Why did I not become an ordinary cow of Vraja? If I were a cow of Vraja, Śrī Rādhā would hold the milking pail with Her own hands, and Śrī Mohana Himself would come to milk me with great love and affection.”
O Kiśorī Jī! I know not when the seed of divine love will sprout in the garden of my heart, and when You will bless me with the association of nectar-drenched Rasika lovers.
Within the dense kuñjas of Śrī Vṛndāvana, the rasa-filled, fragrant, and cooling breeze gently blows. The transcendental plays of divine love that unfold in Śrī Dhāma Vṛndāvana are such that nowhere throughout the three worlds can a rasa-līlā of such incomparable sweetness be found.
O Lord! If You take care of the plight of this humble and wretched soul and engage me in the service of Your feet, what would You lose?
O Lord! For me, You alone are my sole refuge and my everything, yet for You, there are countless souls and loving devotees like me. Therefore, O source of my life, my beloved! Do whatever You wish, but bestow such grace that this vow of my selfless love may be sustained forever.
To whom can I express this deep agony of love within my heart? For even if I were to speak of it to someone, no one would believe it. Everyone merely wishes to offer superficial consolation, but no one can truly recognize this affliction of love that dwells deep within.
Without the name of God, all spiritual endeavors such as yoga, yajña, and penance become fruitless. Śrī Guru Chaunā Jī says that just as a semar tree, even when nurtured with great care, yields only cotton from within when its fruit ripens, offering no edible fruit, in the same way, spiritual practices devoid of the divine Name prove to be utterly in vain.
In the sacred courtyard of Braja, a magnificent divine swing-festival has been lovingly arranged. As this wondrous celebration unfolds within the secluded bowers of Śrī Vṛndāvana, even Lord Śiva is swept away by the flood of divine bliss and begins to perform His Tāṇḍava dance in divine ecstasy.
O Kiśorī Jī (Śrī Rādhā)! Your incomparable beauty transcends every limit and defies every restraint. The very remembrance of You steals away all my awareness, leaving me utterly absorbed in You, continuously piercing the innermost core of my heart with the arrows of divine love.