Shri Matiram was a famous rasik poet of Brajbhasha of the sixteenth century.
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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.
In a playful mood, Śrī Kṛṣṇa gently covered Śrī Rādhā's eyes. Then, casting an enchanting sidelong glance from the corners of Her eyes, She pierced Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s heart through and through with Her bewitching gaze.
O Śyāmasundara! The forest garland that You once gifted me in that bower on the sacred banks of the Yamunā is now serving to bind my departing life-breaths. Indeed, that very token bestowed by You has become the sole sustenance of my life in Your separation.
A Gopi says: Forsaking the selfless love of Sri Krishna, we do not seek Yoga. Why would those who comprehend the value of gems (pure love) crave scented wick (Yoga)?
Just as a golden vine beautifully adorns a dark Tamāla tree, and lightning adorns a raincloud, so too, O Śrī Rādhe, You forever shine beside dark-complexioned Ghanaśyāma lovingly.
May the supremely radiant moon-like face of Śrī Rādhā destroy the darkness of my heart. Just as the sight of the moon causes tides to rise in the ocean, similarly, beholding Śrī Rādhā’s moon-like face causes waves of joy to rise in the ocean of Śrī Kṛṣṇa’s bliss.
Śrī Matirāma Jī says that even if one makes millions of efforts, the pure butter of Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa's divine love can never be obtained from curdled milk—that is, from an impure mind.
O Kunj-Bihārī, who wears a garland of guñjā berries upon Your chest and a crown adorned with peacock feathers upon Your head, O Śrī Kṛṣṇa, the relisher of the forest bowers, kindly perform Your plays of love within the grove of my heart.
Among all the fallen souls and grievous sinners, such as Ajāmila, I am the foremost offender. O Śrī Kṛṣṇa! Please bestow Your mercy upon me as well, for You are the unfathomable ocean of compassion.
O Rādhikā, no one can equal the beauty of Your lotus face. When the lotus and the moon dared to make such a comparison, the lotus became covered with pollen-dust, and the moon was stained with a blemish. The deeper meaning is that comparing the face of Śrī Rādhā to anything else is utterly improper and foolish.
The gopīs say to Uddhava, “O bumblebee! We are absorbed in the love of Śrī Kṛṣṇa; therefore, your teachings on yoga and impersonal knowledge do not appeal to us. Once one has attained a kingdom, who would wander about begging for alms? We have already attained the kingdom of divine love—why should we seek the alms of yoga?”
May ten thousand handfuls of dust fall into the eyes of those who find no relish in the pure love of Śrī Rādhā and Śrī Kṛṣṇa. In other words, countless condemnations upon those who regard their divine love as something ordinary.
Śrī Rādhā Mahārāṇī alone is the sovereign Queen of Braja. It is by Her grace that the glories of Śrī Kṛṣṇa shine throughout the world. The very Śrī Hari who enchants the minds of all sits here in Braja as the servant even of Śrī Rādhā's maidservants.
