Ras Hi Son Taru Thadhe - Braj Ke Kavitt
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.
Braj Ke Kavitt is the collection of devotional poems written by various Rasik Saints of Braj. The Kavitas composed by the Braj Rasika saints are an invaluable treasure of rasa-filled devotion. By hearing and singing these verses, deep loving attachment for Śrī Rādhā–Kṛṣṇa naturally awakens in the heart of the sādhaka. This compilation is especially offered for aspirants who delight in the blissful path of rāsa-mārga centered on the divine couple.
361 Kavitts [Poems] Found
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.
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.
Knowing me to be a sakhī of His beloved Śrī Rādhā, Śrī Lāla Jī (Śrī Kṛṣṇa), the crest-jewel among the lovers, most affectionately places His arms around my neck and lovingly engages in the intimate plays of love with me.
The lotus feet of Śrī Rādhārānī are exceedingly beautiful, benevolent, and most dear to the hearts of devotees. They dispel every affliction and bestow all prosperity and perfection.
The curved, beautiful eyes of Tribhaṅgīlāla Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the nectar-filled words spoken from His tilted mouth, His slanted crown, and His mysterious, playful conversations completely captivate the mind.
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?
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.
Those rasika saints who are deeply immersed in the sweet beauty and nectar of Śrī Śyāmā-Śyāma, dyed in the color of the abundance of supreme love, and who, having renounced all worldly relations and conquered their minds, have become completely detached ascetics.
Even the Vedas describe Him only by uttering "not this, not this" (*neti-neti*), and Brahmā along with all the other deities and sages constantly meditate upon Him day and night.
O Svāminī (Śrī Rādhā)! I have accepted You alone as the worshipful Deity of my lineage and my one and only Mistress. You alone do I constantly enshrine within my eyes and in the depths of my heart.
The radiant brilliance of the crescent ornament adorning Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s forehead, the graceful tilt of His crown, and the captivating movements of Their restless eyes and expressive eyebrows are a delight to behold. As They swing, the flower garlands adorning Their hearts gently sway in the breeze, creating a scene of exquisite beauty.
All glories to Śrī Govindadeva Jī eternally, and all glories to Gopīnāth Brahmacārī.
The divine vision of our beloved Brajavallabha alone is the embodiment of supreme joy and the abode of eternal peace for our minds.
I was immersed in the ocean of this world of ignorance, absorbed in sense pleasures, just as a fish continuously dwells in the waters of a pond, while the death-like heron, with focused attention, sits poised to make me His prey, counting every hour and moment.
The form of Śrī Gopāla Jī, the very source of all bliss, is supremely enchanting. He eternally delights in loving pastimes within the rasa-filled groves of Śrī Vṛndāvana.
O mind! You have attained this rare human body; therefore, strive for your highest welfare. Keep the association of saints and drink the nectar of devotion.
The lotus feet of Śrī Rādhā Māhārānī are softer even than lotus petals and more vibrant than the deep radiance of a blooming rose. Their reddish splendor puts to shame even the tender hue of fresh mango leaves.
How far can I possibly describe the unfathomable glory of Nandagāva, Gokula, and Govardhana? The beauty of the gopīs, gopas, cowherds, and cows of those divine lands lies far beyond the limits of words.
Upon the banks of the Yamunā, Śrī Giridhara Lāla, together with Śrī Rādhikā, is dancing within the beautiful circle of the rāsa-maṇḍala.
Girirāja Govardhana stands as the divine fortress that crushed the pride of Indra, while the sacred waters of Śrī Yamunā Jī flow there like nectar.