Shri Lalit Ladaiti, a rasik devotee of Vrindavan of Gaudiya sect.
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May I wander sometimes through the secluded groves of Gahvara Vana in Śrī Barsānā Dhāma and sometimes through Śrī Dhāma Vṛndāvana, forever beholding the most blissful and enchanting divine Couple, the fair-complexioned Śrī Rādhā and the dark-complexioned Śrī Kṛṣṇa.
Both Śrī Rādhā and Śrī Kṛṣṇa are swinging on an exquisitely beautiful swing. While swinging, They lean and sway toward one another, causing waves of wondrous beauty to arise from Their every limb.
O Lalita Ladaitī, Śrī Rādhā! Many days have passed without the blessing of Your darśana. If, due to my faults, You have become displeased from me, then please forgive that offense and graciously grant me Your darśana.
O Svāminī, kindly grant me residence within Your own divine abode, Śrī Vṛndāvana. O Compassionate One, why is it that You have forgotten me from Your remembrance? Alas, O Rādhe! Why have You deprived me of the service of Your divine palace? What offense have I committed that You have kept it hidden within Your heart?
O Svāminī, setting aside all my faults and failings, kindly look upon me with Your grace and grant me residence within the Nikunja. Nowhere in the three worlds have I ever seen or even heard of a pair as charming and enchanting as the divine Couple, Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa.
When the heart is aflame with worldly shame and family honor, how can pure love for the Divine Couple ever blossom?
O Sakhī! In this festival of Holi, there is no place left for shyness or restraint. The divine Rasiya (Śrī Kṛṣṇa) wanders about playing His tambourine (ḍaphalī), singing songs filled with playful and teasing jests.
Even if a person remains constantly engaged in japa, yoga, austerities, charity, religious duties, vows, and disciplines, if the mind is devoid of God’s love, then true welfare, inner peace, and contentment cannot be attained — not even in a dream.
O Bhānu-Nandini, Śrī Rādhā! Please cast Your merciful glance upon me. My heart burns in the fire of worldly desires—please shower even a single drop of Your grace to bring soothing coolness.
O Nandalal, please look towards me and see the pain of my body. Show me the vision of the supremely holy dust of Vraj, through which my distress will be easily removed.
The abode of all beauty, the divine couple, Sri Shyama Shyam, swing together on a charming swing. Vrisabhanu’s daughter, Shri Radha, is fair and supremely innocent, while Nand’s son, Sri Krishn, is the very treasure of incomparable charm.
One who is deeply immersed in the color of the divine couple (Shri Radha-Krishna), forgets all the pleasures of the three worlds just by beholding their enchanting limbs.
My heart yearns to constantly reside in Shri Vrindavan, where I may behold the enchanting form of the divine couple Shyama-Shyam and witness their blissful rasa pastimes in the secluded groves.
Who could be more wicked and thoughtless than me, who abandoned the nectar-like name from the tongue and instead wastes day and night in meaningless chatter?
There is no end to the bliss of Vrindavan, for it is the eternal abode of the ever-youthful divine couple, Shri Radha Krishna. Even Lord Hari, while residing in Kamalapur (the abode of Lakshmi, Vaikuntha), constantly longs to reside in the sacred land of Braj.
Be content with whatever sustenance is available, be it vegetables, leaves, roots, or fruits. However, one should never abandon Shri Vrindavan Dham, the sacred realm of the eternal love plays of the divine couple, Sri Radha Krishna, for residing in Vrindavan holds unparalleled glory.
Oh mind, why cling to the transient dust of this world? Wealth and youth vanish as swiftly as camphor in the air.
The soul that longs for eternal peace should dwell in the sacred land of Vrindavan, drink the sacred waters of the Kalindi (Yamuna), and constantly chant the holy names of Radha Shyam.
Alas, I have spoiled everything in every possible way. I have thrown away the injunction of the Vedas, the sense of social modesty and family decorum.
Shri Vrindavan Dham is truly blessed, a treasure trove of all joys, where the golden-hued Radha and the dark-hued Krishna, the very life of the Rasikas (transcendental lovers), are eternally absorbed in their love-play of Nitya Vihar.
