Ghananand Granthawali is written by Braj Rasik Shri AnandghanJi of Nimbarka Sampradaya and Upasana focussed is Nikunj Upasna. Writer: Shri Anandghan Ji
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Supremely benevolent, Śrī Rādhā is like a white jasmine flower, around whom Śyāmasundara, like a bumblebee, forever hovers to drink Her rasa. This Divine Couple, who eternally shine together upon the banks of the Yamunā in Śrī Dhāma Vṛndāvana, are the very life and soul of the rasikas.
How can my insignificant words ever describe this supremely divine bliss of love? The intimate manner in which the divine couple, Śrī Rādhā-Mohana, eternally relish Their amorous love-plays (nitya-vihāra) upon the beautiful banks of the Yamunā in the sacred abode of Śrī Vṛndāvana is entirely beyond the power of speech.
A supremely enchanting celebration of Phāg (the playful Holī) has been beautifully arranged, and the sweet spring season shines forth in full delight. All glories to Śrī Rādhā Jū, the beloved of Śrī Kṛṣṇa, and all glories to Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the garland-wearing Lord of the forest.
Śrī Rādhā is the crown jewel of the Rāsa dance, ever immersed in the divine play of Kelī. She is skilled in every art, the very personification of rasa, and the presiding deity of divine love.
Within the heart of Sri Krishna, the divine lotus feet of Sri Radha playfully wander. Every pore of His being is filled with such bliss that He is drenched in an abundance of nectar.
Śrī Radha and Śrī Mohan (Śrī Krishna) eternally engage in their divine love-plays (nitya-vihāra) in the supremely divine land of Vṛndāvan. They are naturally playful and charming, always exchanging the rasa of pure love in their hearts.
The playful chātaka bird longs only for the raindrops of the Svāti star; even nectar seems like poison to it — such is its vow‑bound commitment.
The sweetness of leelas within the forests of Braj is the very source of endless rasa. By the grace of the crown jewel of Rasikas (Radha-Krishna), I have attained the essence of divine love.
O Sri Radhe, please grant me residence in Vrindavan! Let my mind become yours and remain surrendered like a water-carrier’s pot balanced on the head; let even my body stay close in your service in Vrindavan.
If you wish to perform the Lord’s aarti, do it this way: let your heart be the vast plate, and place within it the lamp of love.
O beloved! The sole hope and trust of meeting You again is the only reason my soul persists within this body, for it now recognizes none other.
Goddess Lakṣmī engages in deep penance to worship Lord Kṛṣṇa, as though she is attempting to churn the vast ocean of desires to fulfill her aspirations.
Immersed in the sweet nectar of love-play of the divine couple, the tongue tastes the true sweetness of the divine name “Radha,” which is like the supreme fruit of a fragrant vine, unparalleled in its sweetness.
O Hari! Who can recognize someone as unknown as me? Just as the ears of mercy are hidden between your eyes, my yearning call is hidden within my silence. (In other words, without me saying anything, you hear and understand everything with the ears of mercy hidden in your eyes. No one else can do this.)
The Yamuna River, as magnificent as a cloud of mercy, embodies bliss, and simply seeing it fills the heart with love. Due to Shri Krishna’s touch, it grants pure love and stands as a testament to His glory.
The path of love is remarkably straightforward, where no trace of cunning can prevail.
Shri Radha's lotus feet are adorned with henna. Her nails, soft and resplendent, reflect the grace and charm of her feet in various mesmerizing ways.
O Sakhi, I will go and play Holi with Shyamasundara as it's a time of great fortune that this auspicious festival of Holi has arrived.
Whoever longs for the divine love of the moon of Braja, Śrī Kṛṣṇa, should direct their attachment to Śrī Vṛndāvana, the abode of supreme bliss, and remain continually immersed in the waves of divine love.
This charming Divine Couple, Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa, have become completely one in the intensity of Their love. My only longing is to forever behold this Yugala form sporting upon the sacred banks of the Yamunā, hidden amidst the dense groves and entwining creepers.
