Shri Lal Balbir is a Rasik poet of Vrindavan Dham from Nimbaraka Sampradaya.
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Hail, hail to Śrī Rādhā, Kīrti’s charming daughter! Hail to Her who is the very source of Nanda’s son, Śrī Kṛṣṇa. Hail to that Divine Mistress, the root of all bliss, who dwells as the essence of Her servant‘s hearts and remains their highest hope.
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.
Śrī Gopāla has arrived in Barsānā to celebrate the joyous festival of Phāga (Holī). All around, people sing the songs of Phāguna, clap their hands in rhythmic beat, and every heart sways in delight.
Śrī Rādhā is supremely tender and the very life‑source of Śrī Vihārījī (Kṛṣṇa); She is the embodiment of supreme beauty and the crown‑jewel among all.
My Shri Radharaman Lāla is supremely enchanting and tender in form. Upon that divine form, I would offer countless Kāmadeva (Cupids) and their consorts, Rati, again and again.
The One whose feet are worshiped even by Indra and Śeṣanāga, who glorify Him as “beyond all description” — that Supreme Brahman, Lord Śrī Kṛṣṇa Himself, bows down with folded hands before Your lotus feet.
O Rādhājū! I bow again and again at Your lotus feet; Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s heart eternally rests there, never forgetting them for even a moment.
From the moment I beheld the divine beauty of Nanda’s beloved son, Śrī Kṛṣṇa, worldly decorum, family pride, and social honor all slipped away from me.
Neither did I perform yogic practices, sacrifices, chanting, austerities, or pilgrimages, nor did I ever listen to the sacred stories of Lord Hari.
Glory to Shri Radharaman Lal Ji, the very embodiment of divine bliss! Glory to the source of life and true wealth of all rasika devotees! O Radharaman Lal, please bestow your mercy and kindly reside eternally within my heart.
The Pālāś trees have blossomed across the forests and gardens, and the cuckoo sings a sweet melody.
All sages bow at Your lotus feet; You are the eternal consort of Braj’s prince, Lord Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the source of bliss.
Some claim they find strength from Goddess Bhavānī Jī, whose words are unparalleled in purity and wisdom.
Śrī Rādhā, the soul‑beloved of playful Banke Bihārī, unveils the enchanting beauty of Vṛndāvan’s forest.
Queen Kīrti has given birth to a daughter, and all the cowherds and cowherdesses of Vraja have gathered to behold her; they are dancing, jumping, singing joyful songs, and distributing curd and dairy products in celebration.
By the banks of the Yamunā in Vṛndāvan, the flowering vines are swaying. The flowers drip with nectar, enhancing the beauty of the scene.
O friend, I’ve become dishonored in the land of Braj, losing the respect of elders and masters; even if the Gurus are upset, it’s of no concern to me.
Manmohan Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s beloved, Vṛṣabhānu’s darling, Śrī Rādhā, is the protector of saints as well as sādhus and the destroyer of worldly obstacles.
Leave behind the mundane affairs of this material world and seek shelter in the lotus feet of Śrī Rādhāraṇī, where a state of fearlessness resides.
My beloved Svāminī Śrī Rādhā is ever‑youthful. Her gait is similar to a swan, whose bodily radiance defies millions of lightning, and who steals the heart of the beloved Śrī Kṛṣṇa.
