Shri Parmanand Das was the Astachap poet of Pushtimarg or Vallabh Sampraday.
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O Gopījana-vallabha, Śrī Kṛṣṇa! This alone is the boon I ask from You — that whenever I take birth as a human being, may I attain the service of Śrī Hari and residence only in Śrī Braja Dhāma.
Śrī Rādhā approaches with gently swaying arms. She keeps Her lotus-like face partly veiled and does not fully reveal it; even the tilaka upon Her forehead has been partly erased.
There is a great celebration in the land of Braj due to the birth of Lord Krishn. The cowherd boys, immersed in joy, are dancing and clapping to congratulate each other.
Even solid gold melts at the mere touch of borax, so why would Shri Krishna not be drawn and melted in love upon beholding the divine form of Shri Radha, the eternal Bride?
O creator! Why was I not born as a peacock in Vrindavan? There, I would dwell atop Govardhan, forever gazing at the enchanting son of Nanda, Shri Krishna.
A Sakhi says to Shri Radha, “O Shri Radhe! Come, your beloved Shyamsundar is calling you. Just see, He is melodiously singing your name through the sweet tunes of His flute.”
Today is the auspicious day of Diwali. The young women of Braj sing joyful songs and decorate courtyards in honor of Nanda’s dear son, Krishna.
Shri Gopala is pleased only by pure, effortless love, free from any trace of pretense or artificiality. O friend, when I gaze upon the beloved face of Sri Krishna, my heart is filled with immense joy, and when His eyes meet mine, my bliss knows no bounds.
Swinging her arms, Sri Radha approaches, her lotus-like face half-concealed, with her tilak partially rubbed off.
Sri Shyamsundara, the captivating enchanter of Cupid, is playing the festival of Basant today. Accompanying him is the ever-youthful Kishoriji, the crown jewel among the Sakhis, the eternal beloved of Shri Shyamsundara.
The truest form of love is that which remains singularly focused. If the mind abandons the lotus feet of the Lord, it will wander aimlessly in the world.
Gazing upon Shri Radha's face, resembling the full moon of Sharad, an unparalleled ocean of nectar surges through the limbs of Sri Krishna, spilling over to saturate every corner of Braj Vrindavan with its sweetness.
Love Lord Krishna, Son of Nanda! He is the only one who stands by the soul in good times and bad. It is solely by His grace that we live.
Shri Parmananddas Ji was the Rasik saint of Braj and was one of the astachhap (eight) poets of pushtimarg. Shri Parmanand Das Ji used to sing and do kirtan of the verses composed by him in a very melodious raga.
Who is such a Rasika, who has such a love to understand these matters? Who else can I tell about my agony of separation in this body, apart from Lord Krishna?
The divine couple Shri Radha Krishn looks resplendant. Shri Krishn, the treasure house of nectar, is the darling son of Nand and His eternal bride Shri Radha is the darling daughter of Vrishabhanu Ji.
Shri Parmanand Das's worshipful deity is none other than Lord Shri Krishn who is the supreme enticer and performs the most pleasing Nitya Vihar pastimes (eternal love-play) in Vrindavan, night and day.
The eight Yogic perfections and the Nine Treasures, walk with their mouths watering, behind those devotees, who have the name of God firmly placed in their hearts.
I sacrifice my body and mind to the ever-youthful divine couple Shri Radha Krishn. I wish I always behold the fair and dark form of the divine couple, over and over again, through some threshold in the forest bowers.
Shri Radhika, the ocean of bliss, the abode of most charming glimpses, is coming; whose face looks like the moon, whose eyes look like deer, and who is the beloved of Damodar [Shri Krishn].
