Prem Ki Peer is a compilation of hymns written by Shri Bhori Sakhi or Bholanath Ji, follower of Shri Hita Harivansh Mahaprabhu.
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Within Śrī Vṛndāvana, the abode of divine rasa, adorned with ever-fresh and eternal nikunjas, our life-beloved Śrī Rādhā eternally resides, wholly absorbed in nitya-vihāra rasa. She shines in incomparable divine beauty, where Śrī Kṛṣṇa Himself, overflowing with divine love, applies mahāvara to Her lotus feet and lovingly arranges and braids Her beautiful hair with the utmost tenderness.
Śrī Hita Bhorīsakhī Jī says— O Sohanī (broom)! I wish to sacrifice my millions of bodies, minds, and lives upon every single grain of this Vṛndāvana dust, so please don’t sweep it away and throw it. Just think for a moment — accept my humble request.
O dearest Pyārī Jū (Śrī Rādhā), now that the sacred knot of love has been tied between us, I trust completely that You will sustain it. I know that by Your merciful nature, anyone whose hand You accept becomes Yours forever. Surely You will preserve the honor of one who has surrendered at Your feet.
O Śrī Priya Ju (Rādhā), within Your eyes resides an ocean of compassion, whose lofty waves of grace continually rise and flood all three worlds with divine rasa.
Shri Hit Bhorisakhi Ji says — “O dear broom! The joy found in the splendor of countless universes cannot match even a single speck of this divine dust of Vrindavan. You may think that sweeping away this dust is mere play, but for me, this sacred dust is the very breath of my life.”
When will that blessed moment arrive, O Pyari Ju, when I may behold Your divine beauty with my own eyes? Without the radiance of Your moon-like toenails, this entire world appears to me as shrouded in darkness.
O Shri Radha! Bestow Your grace upon me — When You walk from one bower to another, let me lie on that very path, So that Your sacred feet may rest upon my heart.
O Beloved Priyaji! Please play this game of love with me. I fully know that my love is immature and Your love is pure and true; thus, it is certain that I shall lose and You shall win. But I humbly beg You—upon winning, kindly make me Your obedient maidservant.
One cannot attain the exceedingly rare divine love without the association of Rasik saints who are the exclusive worshippers of the divine nectar of love. And until there is natural and unwavering love arises for the lotus feet of Albeli Swamini Shri Radha, liberation from worldly bonds remains unattainable.
O boundless ocean of compassion, Sri Radha Pyari Ju! Now I have no other desire except for your lotus feet, even if it requires taking countless births to attain them—this is my unwavering vow.
O Sri Radhey, I will consider my life to be successful only when I behold your lotus feet. At that time, I would feel no need to walk in the path of the Vedas, practice austerity/self-control, or follow any other kinds of spiritual practices.
O Sri Radha! The ideology of love lies in selflessness, finding happiness solely in your happiness without any self-desire. However, my greedy eyes are constantly filled with the longing to behold you, becoming consumed by that desire.
O Sri Radhey, Your glories know no bounds and are indescribable. Lord Shri Krishn, whose foot dust is desired by none other than Lord Shiva and Brahma Ji, forever remains at your lotus feet. You alone are the most powerful, constantly praised in the scriptures.
O Pyari Ju [Shri Radha]! It brings immense joy in my mind to witness a dream where your enchanting form, which steals the heart, stands before my eyes, graced with a gentle smile.
O Pyari Ju (Sri Radha) Without your darshan, my eyes overflow with tears like the flowing waters of the Yamuna River, which replenish with new water every day.
I surrender exclusively to your lotus feet. Although I am a sinner through every pore of my being, yet, I am sold to You.
The mind of Shri Lal Ji (Krishn) persistently sway in the curly locks that have emerged on the face of Shri Priya Ji [Radha]. Shri Priya Ji is so colored in the nectar of love that She never leaves the banks of the Yamuna, even for a moment, which is adorned with a vibrant array of colors.
O PyariJu [Radha], When shall I reside in the bowers of Braj? When will I become a doe and search for a doe-eyed (Radha) from the shade of one kadamba tree to another in Vrindavan being intoxicated in your love?
O, supremely merciful Sri Radha, Listen! No one can fulfill my hope except you. Besides you, who else is capable of holding my hands and accepting me forever?
What can I now sacrifice upon the enchanting glimpses of the divine couple Shri Radha Krishn; I keep on pondering, over and over.
