Bandau Nit Charan Giriraj - Acharya Gosvami Kaushik Ji
May I daily offer my reverent obeisances at the lotus feet of Śrī Girirāja Govardhana and constantly remember His supremely radiant and divine form.
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.
371 Kavitts (poems) Found
May I daily offer my reverent obeisances at the lotus feet of Śrī Girirāja Govardhana and constantly remember His supremely radiant and divine form.
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.
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.
Śrī Rādhā is the living embodiment of beauty among the gopīs and the sweet melody of infinite love. She is the beloved youthful princess of Barsānā and the cherished daughter of King Vṛṣabhānu.
Let others call me immoral, noble-born or low-born, impoverished, disgraced, or a woman who has forsaken the honour and traditions of her family. Their words matter not to me in the slightest.
O my foolish mind! If you truly seek supreme happiness and lasting peace, why not turn away from the fleeting pleasures and futile entanglements of this world and devote yourself to the constant remembrance of Śrī Rādhikā’s divine name?
O beautiful Śrī Rādhā! Your divine face is the very abode of unparalleled beauty and splendor, which the creator, the four-faced Brahmā, fashioned with utmost care, employing the full artistry of all four faces.
The Supreme Lord Himself is directly present within the heart of every human being. Yet, unaware of the indwelling Lord within, people wander far and wide in search of Him, not realizing that the One they seek is already within their own hearts.
He whose pastimes, names, forms, and potencies are infinite, and whose depths no one has ever been able to fathom.
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.