Shri Narayan Swami is a famous Rasik saint of Vrindavan, a writer of "Anurag Ras" and "Braj Vihar”.
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The goat constantly cries “me, me,” as though filled with pride and ego, and ultimately loses its very life. In contrast, far better is the simple and contented nature of the myna bird, which lives without pride and happily accepts whatever food comes its way.
Today, Śrī Vaṁśīvaṭa is being drenched in a blissful shower of divine love-bliss. Along the banks of Śrī Yamunā Jī, an exceedingly pleasant, cool, and gentle breeze is blowing, while birds of various kinds fill the air with their sweet, melodious chirping.
Śrī Nārāyaṇa Svāmī says that even those renowned and mighty kings who once ruled fearlessly over the nine realms were ultimately devoured by the all-powerful Time. Therefore, the soul should never harbor pride.
Śrī Nārāyaṇa Svāmī teaches, “O jīva! Before looking at the faults of others, first look deeply into your own heart and recognize your own faults. After you have completely purified yourself, if you still find time, then you may concern yourself with others' faults. Truly, one who is sincerely engaged in correcting himself has neither the time nor the right to criticize anyone else.”
Oh sakhī! Without beholding the dark-complexioned Śrī Kṛṣṇa, I find not a moment of peace. My heart remains restless at every moment, for my eyes thirst constantly to gaze upon His incomparable beauty.
Although I was not fortunate enough to take birth in the sacred dust of Vraja, my only desire now is to reside ceaselessly in Śrī Dhāma Vṛndāvana and constantly behold and contemplate upon the enchanting form of the divine Couple, Śrī Rādhā Kṛṣṇa.
O Pyārī Jū! I wish to gaze upon You like this forever. To ward off the evil eye from your moon-like face, I would break a blade of grass and offer mustard and salt in loving devotion.
Joy and sorrow, like the cycle of day and night, come and go in life without being invited. Therefore, a wise person should remain calm in both situations and continue moving forward on the path without becoming disturbed.
A gopī says: O Lord of my life (Śrī Kṛṣṇa)! In this world, that woman (or the soul) is truly most unfortunate who, having abandoned You, still yearns for the fleeting pleasures of worldly kin and family.
Kiśorī Jī (Śrī Rādhā) says to Lāl Jī (Śrī Kṛṣṇa): O Beloved! Come, let us go and play vasanta (spring) season plays together on the banks of Śrī Yamunā. In the forest bowers, the new season has arrived, and fresh flowers have blossomed everywhere.
Śrī Nārāyaṇ Swāmī says, "When the mind remains absorbed in pleasures and sensual desires, attached to them night and day, how can one ever hope to cross the vast ocean of worldly existence?"
There is no one as beautiful as the enchanter Sri Krishna. From my experience, none can match His loveliness.
The play of divine love is the most difficult of all games, and only the truly wise can play it. Sri Narayan Swami says, “Without engaging in this play of love of God, no one can understand what love truly is.”
Sing the glories of Gopal, and let your eyes overflow with tears. Shri Narayan Swami says that until he beholds Shri Krishna, the brother of Balram, his heart cannot find peace even for a single moment.
O Kunja-Bihari! I don’t know for what reason the moon-faced daughter of King Vrishabhanu, Shri Radha, is upset with You.
The narrow path that leads to the supreme abode of divine love is exceedingly difficult. Those who tread it find rest only in moments of intense longing, unconscious states of love, or in shedding tears and heart-wrenching sighs.
In the lush, green groves of Vrindavan, the ever-youthful divine couple, Shri Radha Krishna, swing together joyfully. Their hearts overflow with love, their eyes meet again and again, and with each passing moment, their love grows more intense.
O Pyari Ju (Shri Radha)! The lotus, serpent, fish, deer, arrow, wagtail bird, and even almonds—all have become sold servants to Your eyes without any price, for the enchanting beauty of Your eyes leaves their charms meaningless.
One who neither respects nor shelters another living being is worse than a tree—for even a tree selflessly gives shade and bears fruit for others.
As Shri Krishna reaches the entrance of the kunja to pacify the sulking Shri Radha, a sakhi of Sri Radha stops Him.
