Radha Sudha Nidhi or Radha Rasa Sudha Nidhi is dedicated to the service of Shri Radharani in the mood of Sehchari or Dasi Bhava, the divine couplets are revealed by the incarnation of Shri Krishn’s flute (Murali Avatar), Shri Hit Harivansh Mahaprabhu as Shri Hit Sakhi. Writer: Shri Hita Harivansh Mahaprabhu
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Even Brahmā, Śiva, and other gods, after taking shelter of the mood of the gopīs, could not obtain even a single particle of dust from Her lotus feet. Such a supreme Queen of love, Śrī Rādhā, the treasure of the great ocean of nectar, now appears like an ordinary gopī due to the powerful flow of time. O Destiny — I bow to you.
From just a single ray of light shining from the jeweled nails of Her lotus feet, countless waves of divine love and bliss arise like endless oceans of nectar. Should Sri Radha ever bestow even the slightest merciful glance upon me, then all worldly and even spiritual opulences, including liberation, become utterly insignificant to me.
That intimate service, unattainable even by Lakṣmī, denied to the Lord’s closest companions like Sridama, and far beyond the reach of great personalities like Brahmā, Nārada, Śiva, and the Sanaka sages, the treasure which only the gopīs of Vṛndāvana like Lalitā attains through the mood of a sakhi — how shall I ever attain that most confidential festival of serving Śrī Rādhā Mādhava in their secret pastimes?
When will I, holding the supremely compassionate lotus feet of Shri Radha in my heart, completely renounce the injunctions and prohibitions of this world, and when will all-blissful Govinda recognize me as a blessed servant devoted solely to Shri Radha, and teach me the art of love in the secluded groves?
Shri Lalji (Krishn), the amorous deity of Vrindavan, constantly seeks the benevolence of Shri Radhika, and thus tenderly engages in adoration towards Shri Radha's maidens through heartfelt compliments. From your lotus feet, a ceaseless stream of profound nectar and bliss flows, O enchanting daughter of King Vrishbhanu! I forever adore your sacred lotus feet.
Oh, Sri Radha, the embodiment of grace, dwelling in the enchanting groves of Vrindavan! When will you cast your glance of grace on me, as I aspire for the privilege of serving as your devoted maid, the privilege that the maidens of Braj, who celebrate a festival of love that constantly mesmerizes even Laksmi, Sukadeva, Narada, and various other enlightened beings, leaving them awestruck, attained by Your mercy.
Shri Radha, who is the heart of the sweetest and most splendid love, who is the pinnacle of transcendental amorous love pastimes, who is the governor and worshipful goddess of Supreme Lord Krishna, who is the supreme goddess, whose fraction is Durga and Sachi, whose form is full of bliss, who is a supremely independent power, who is the Queen Consort of the King of Vrindavan, is the only object of my worship.
Due to the strength of the bhajan bestowed upon them by their spiritual master, there are some very rare intelligent devotees [ananya rasikas] who neither mark their shoulders with the conch, chakra, and other Vaishnava symbols, nor mark tilaka on their forehead, and nor they wear the splendid tulsi necklace. They are not aware of all these external things, but are immersed in some inmost ‘Radha Rasa’.
May the two wonderful syllables Ra and dha, which when uttered even once, immediately attract even the king of Gokula, which teach the love-filled devotees that all material goals are worthless and unimportant, and which are chanted by Lord Krishn Himself lovingly, appear in my mind.
Again and again I sing the sweet glories of Sri Radha and the blissful nectar glories of Sri Radha’s husband [Shri Krishn]. Again and again I stay in the secluded forest of Nibhrit Nikunja where Sri Radha enjoys ever-new love-play pastimes. With a heart overcome with love, again and again I meditate on the nectar flowing from Sri Radha’s feet.
All glories to Shri Radha, who is a splendid nectar ocean of pure love, whose every limb is tossed by the divine love-bliss, who is the nectar ocean of beauty, who is the nectar ocean of great mercy and affection, who is the kingdom of the glistening sweetness of ever-new youth, who is the only pinnacle of the nectar, and who is the most precious hidden treasure.
Shri Radha’s playful dancing feet, which Shri Krishn, has carefully painted with the ‘Mahavar’ [red color], which is adored and venerated by the youthful group of gopis who are all experts in various playful pastimes, which is secretly illumined in the heart of the Upanishads, are the only goal of my life.
May the supreme knowledge in the form of the two-syllable mantra "Radha", which Lord Krishn, with tearful eyes, sitting like a king of yogis in the bowers of Vrindavan by the Yamuna's shore, meditating on the glow of Her lotus feet, overcome with splendid bliss and nectar love, always chants, always appear in my heart.
Those who reject the servitude of Shri Radha but yearn to attain the association of Lord Krishn are like people who endeavor to see the full moon when it is not a full moon night. People who do not understand that Shri Radha is the main source from which the nectar of waves of love for Krishna flow, can attain only a single drop and no more, of the great ocean of nectar.
There is a mysterious Swamini (Shri Radha), who cannot be described in words, who is gracefully adorned In the bowery groves of Vrindavan forest, who flood this world with Her interesting and nectar-like sweet talks and whose face is splendid like innumerable autumnal full moons. When she gifts Her service which is like a happy festival, that makes all other goals and means of spiritual attainments seem very petty and insignificant.
Shri Radhika is engaged in talks with Krishn, enamored of herself so that the amount of beauty emanating from her red lips is spreading all around, whose teeth are like jasmine buds and are putting to shame even the string of pearls mixed with vermilion; Blessed is the one who meditates on such 'Shri Radha'.
O Sri Radhike! whose hips are pigmented in the colors of divine love of Keli! Aha! What is this cooing belt of yours, as if the hum of swans and the soft tinkling of the anklets of the lotus feet is like the hum of drunken bumblebeess! Oh, Goddess! Please cool me down with the form of this sweet nectar of yours.
O Sri Radha, my supreme Queen, O enchantress who casts a spell over the prince of gopas [Shri Krishn], O girl whose lotus face blushes with a sweet smile, O girl whose sidelong glance is a flood of sweet nectar, O my Swamini, whose mischievous sidelong glance melts with mercy, please look at me with Your slightest glance of mercy.
When Shri Radha would say to me - "O Sakhi! Come on to take a dip in Krishnamrit (Yamuna)". Then I will laugh and say- "Oh Sakhi! Keep patience till night comes."
When, seeing a sincere and unwavering devotion of a person to Sri Radha’s lotus feet, Captivating Lord Krishn is more pleased with Him than those who are devoted to Him exclusively, He embraces him take the betel nuts from His mouth and place them in his mouth, and place His own forest garland upon him, When will Lord Krishn treat me in the same way?
