Bihari Satsai is a very famous composition by Shri Bihari Lal which compiles the couplets of Shri Banke Bihari and Braj Dham. Writer: Shri Bihari Lal
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In Gokul there were many married women, and all were well-trained in social conduct; yet, despite family bonds and moral teachings, not one remained who, upon being captivated by the sweet melody of Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s flute, did not abandon shame and family decorum.
O ‘Mor Chandrika’ (crescent-shaped peacock feather crown)! Why do you display pride sitting atop Sri Krishna’s head? I have heard that Shri Radha is in sulk. Therefore, soon I expect to see you rolling at her feet to seek forgiveness.
O Gopal, I am ashamed of my actions, but why do you shame me with your conduct? I consistently forget you, while you persistently remember me.
People are unnecessarily becoming fervent about their opinions without valid reasons. Everyone has to ultimately worship only one Supreme God Krishna (regardless of what name He calls Him).
O wise Lord Krishn, I sacrifice myself upon you! If you closely look at my faults or think about them, then my future will never be rectified.
O, Shri Radha, the deliverer of the fallen souls! Please rectify my misfortune. All I can say about Your glory is that Whenever even Your shadow falls upon Shri Krishna, He feels delighted and blessed!
O Bāṅke Bihārī! An unending contest is taking place between us—let us see who wins! Each of us is simply acting according to our own nature: You are determined to redeem me from my misfortune at any cost, while I am determined to ruin my life by continually committing sins.
O Śyāmasundara, for so long have I been calling out to You in my helplessness, yet You do not graciously come to my aid. O Master of the universe, O Lord of the world! Has the wind of this material world affected you as well?
At a private place of secret meeting, Śrī Rādhā and Śrī Kṛṣṇa exchanged forms—Śrī Rādhā assumed Kṛṣṇa's appearance, and Śrī Kṛṣṇa assumed Rādhā's. Thus, through this wondrous exchange of identities (Viparīta Rati), the divine Couple experienced the unique bliss of their natural loving union in this playful reversal.
One may accumulate wealth in the thousands, millions, or even billions, but my only treasure is Yadunātha, Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the destroyer of all calamities.
Bihārīlāl Jī says that merely counting the beads of a japa mālā or applying tilaka to the forehead accomplishes nothing. If the mind is unsteady and immature, it will continue to dance after worldly objects in vain. Only one who wholeheartedly engages the mind in devotional bhajana can become filled with the love of God.
Wherever I once saw that supremely beautiful Śrī Śyāmasundara, the crest-jewel of rasikas, standing—even though He is no longer there today, those places irresistibly capture my eyes, and my gaze simply cannot turn away.
May this divine Couple of Śrī Rādhā and Śrī Kṛṣṇa live eternally! Why should a deep love not dwell between Them? Who among them is any less than the other? On one hand, She is the beloved daughter of King Vṛṣabhānu, and on the other, He is the younger brother of the renowned, heroic Baladeva.
Where the groves are dense, the shade is delightfully comforting, and the breeze is cool and fragrant—in that Vṛndāvana, the moment one reaches the banks of the Yamunā, even today, the mind becomes absorbed in the love of Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa in that very same way.
They always remain together. And why should they not? For their age, beauty, complexion, and minds are perfectly matched. To behold this divine Couple [Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa], one requires countless pairs of eyes, because beholding them with only two eyes can never bring complete satisfaction.
Even without the arrival of the rainy season, the peacocks in the forests of Vraja have suddenly begun to dance. It appears that Nanda’s darling son, Ghanashyama, has delighted this direction with His presence.
Renouncing all other holy places of pilgrimage, cultivate exclusive love solely for the divine bodily radiance of Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa. In the nikunja pathways of Braja where Priyā-Priyatama eternally perform Their pastimes, every single step is as directly sacred as Prayāga itself.
The ocean of divine love in which the hearts of exalted rasika devotees, higher than mountains, have drowned thousands of times, forever appears shallow to those whose consciousness is worldly and animal-like, so shallow that even their feet cannot sink into it.
O Bāṅke Bihārī Lāla! May You eternally dwell within my heart in that very form—wherein a crown adorns Your head, a waistlet is tied around Your waist, the flute is held in Your hands, and a beautiful garland graces Your chest.
No one can comprehend the state of that heart in which the nectar of divine love for Śyāmasundara has manifested. The deeper the dark hue of Śyāma deepens within, the more luminous and pure that soul becomes.
