Soorsagar is a compilation of couplets by Shri Soordas.
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When Nanda's son Śrī Kṛṣṇa, filled with supreme love, bowed down at the lotus feet of Pyarī Jū (Śrī Rādhā) and touched those lotus feet, Priyā Jī’s loving mana (sulk) was appeased, and She became pleased. Thus, all the sorrow and anguish of separation were completely dispelled.
Śrī Hari repeatedly chants only “Rādhā, Rādhā.” Having lost all external awareness, He lies unconscious upon the ground. Seeing Him in such a state, the sakhīs become deeply anxious.
In reply to Uddhava’s teachings on yoga, the gopīs of Braja affirm the supremacy of divine love, declaring that pure love itself is the most blissful liberation. When love for Śrī Gopāla becomes firm, Gopāla is surely attained.
Brahmā says, one should live in the lanes of Braja in such a way that one sustains oneself through the remnants of food left upon the leaf-plates of the Brajavāsīs and cowherds.
When Uddhava speaks of the methods and practices of yoga, the Braj gopīs reply: “We are simple cowherd women — how can we understand such practices of yoga? You tell us, who would abandon the single vow of selfless love for Śrī Kṛṣṇa and turn instead to worship a painted image or mere markings or letters upon a wall?”
Brahmā, offering his prayers, says— O Mādhava (Kṛṣṇa), make me the dust of Śrī Vṛndāvana. This is that divine dust upon which You walk with Your lotus feet while tending the cows from forest to forest every day.
O deluded soul! As your family expanded — as dear ones, children, spouse, wealth, and prosperity increased — so too did you sink ever deeper into the enjoyment of worldly pleasures, to the point that you forgot the true purpose of your life. O foolish one! Do you truly believe temporary wealth is the measure of real success? Remember — your birth was meant solely for the upliftment of your own soul.
In Vṛndāvana, Lord Hari (Śrī Kṛṣṇa) is joyfully playing Holī. The rhythms of tāla, mṛdaṅga (a double-sided drum), jhāñjha (cymbals), and ḍapha (tambourine) are being played in every direction, as Nandalāla (Kṛṣṇa) and Vṛṣabhānu-kiśorī (Rādhā) together celebrate the festival in delight.
Among all nectars in this world, the supreme and highest is prema-rasa, the rasa of divine love. The gambler stakes everything—body, mind, wealth, youth—losing all in the play, yet he never accepts defeat. In the same way, one who enters the play of love surrenders everything into it, unwilling to turn back, for love itself becomes his sole victory.
Śrī Rādhikā and Śyāmasundar are both magnificently adorned, and along with them, the entire group of the women of Vraja shines in beauty. From the sky, celestial maidens too gaze eagerly, longing for their darśan.
Hearing of the greatness of the beloved’s love, the chataka bird gazes endlessly at the clouds with single-minded devotion. Despite every hardship, it waits only for the rain of that cloud, yet even until its last breath, it never begs a drop of water. Such is the nature of a true lover — he never asks or demands anything from his beloved.
O Lord Sri Hari! I find myself incapable of truly performing Your bhajan. What can I do? Your powerful Maya keeps deluding my mind again and again.
Brahma Ji, humbly apologizing to Shri Krishna, says — “O Lord! You lovingly tend the cows in Braj and constantly remind everyone of Nand Baba’s oath. Even Sheshnag, with his thousand mouths, could not fully understand Your divine pastimes — how then can I, Brahma, with only four mouths, hope to sing Your glories?”
Bind yourself, O mind, in the bond of love with Shyamsundar. Encircle your life with the protective boundary of the holy name “Krishna” to safeguard the field of your very life.
The significance of Shri Vrindavan and the entire land of Vraj is immeasurable. No one can describe it completely. When four-headed Brahma admitted his offense in Braj, he bowed down and placed his head at Shri Krishna’s lotus feet, and then returned to his own abode immersed in endless bliss.
No one can be compared to the residents of Braj. Supreme Lord Shri Krishna whom Brahma, Shiva, the Sanaka sages, and others cannot attain even in deep meditation, that same Krishna, out of love, eats from the leftover plates of the Brajvasis.
All the Vedas, Puranas, and scriptures glorify that Supreme Lord, whom all divine beings, humans, and sages serve. O ignorant, foolish mind! Why do you not turn to Him by surrendering yourself?
O Lord of Vraja, Shri Krishna! Please heed my plea—I have no one else in this world.
The whole life is wasted in eating, drinking, and worldly pleasures — all went in vain. Just like a sinner who spends the night with another’s wife, and trembles in fear at the break of dawn, so too does the soul, entangled in Maya (illusory world) like an illicit lover, begin to shiver with fear when the dawn of death approaches.
Saint Surdas, adopting the mood of a sakhī (female companion), speaks to Shri Radha, Whenever Shri Krishna plays His flute, again and again He utters the name “Radha,” trying to please You.
