Shri Roop Kunwari Ji was a rasik devotee of Braj. She belonged to a royal family and was known as “Rani Roop Kunwari.”
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My mind has become captivated by the lotus feet of Śrī Kṛṣṇa. O, Lord Kṛṣṇa, just as You bestowed Your grace upon Dhruva and Prahlāda by accepting them as Your servants, please cast Your merciful glance upon me as well.
There are only two kinds of true servants of the Lord in this world: those who steadfastly follow the path of sacred discipline (nemī), and those who are completely absorbed in exclusive divine love (premī). Whether one is a nemī or a premī, one quality is common to both—their minds are never immature or unsteady.
O Bāṅke Bihārī Jū, You alone are my sole refuge. O Lord, the crown jewel of the three worlds, You have always upheld the honor of the humble and the distressed. O Master, whoever has come to Your shelter, You have granted them Your most sacred refuge.
O Lord, grant me the form of the peacock of Braj. I will dance day and night in the streets of Vraj for You.
O Hari! When will You show mercy upon me? I am extremely fallen, and You are the Savior of the fallen—so how can You not fulfill Your own vow?
Sri Banke Bihari has taken permanent residence within my eyes. Since the moment I first beheld His dark-complexioned form, He has never vanished from my sight. His forehead is decorated with a peacock feather crown.
Without devotion to God, this body is useless — it is merely filled with filth like excrement and urine, and without bhajan (devotional worship), this fleshly form becomes completely fruitless.
