Vinay is the compilation of various couplets of prayers to the divine couple Shri Radha Krishn. It is the chapter of Abhilash Madhuri written by Shri Lalit Kishori. Writer: Shri Lalit Kishori
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All glories to Śrī Rādhā Rāṇī, who captivates the heart of Śrī Kṛṣṇa, and whose lotus feet ever adorn my head. By sprinkling the nectar of Her grace, She has rejuvenated the withered crop of this maidservant’s life.
O brother! May my heart be ever absorbed by an intense longing for the name 'Rādhe-Rādhe' alone, and sitting in the cool shade of the creepers of Śrīdhāma Vṛndāvana, may I incessantly chant this supremely sacred name, just as a parrot continuously repeats a single name.
Wander through the lanes of Śrī Vṛndāvana Dhāma like one madly absorbed in the love of Śyāmā-Śyāma. O sakhī! Even if someone asks you something along the way, reply only by uttering “Śyāmā-Śyāma”; otherwise, remain silent.
Śrī Vṛndāvana Dhāma is absolutely enchanting, and the sacred land of Braja is supremely delightful. The Names of Śyāmā-Śyāma are supremely auspicious and enchanting, and Their divine abode is the very temple of bliss itself.
May I become a bee in the groves of Vṛndāvana upon the banks of Kāliyadaha, dwelling upon the branches of the trees. Or may I become a parrot or a cuckoo in Nidhīvana, continuously singing the sweet Name “Rādhā.”
When will my beloved Lāḍilī (Śrī Rādhā) shower Her grace upon me, so that I may dwell forever within the sacred realm of Śrī Vṛndāvana? When will I behold with these very eyes the incomparable and magnificent beauty of the Divine Couple, Śyāmā-Śyāma?
Let the mind be fully absorbed in the holy name “Śrī Rādhā.” With pure, loving intent, inscribe the name Rādhā upon the inner paper of your heart.
O Sri Radha! Who else in this vast universe could be so merciful that, merely by uttering half of Your name, “Ra” from “Rādhā,” You remove the darkness from the hearts of Your surrendered ones?
When will that blessed moment arrive when I become a cuckoo, sweetly singing from a tree in some secluded grove by the Yamunā in Vrindavan? Or, becoming a bumblebee at the lotus feet of Śrī Rādhā-Kṛṣṇa, may I softly hum sweet melodies in Their loving service?
O Pyārījū! There is no fault in You — Your grace is boundless. The fault lies entirely within me, for I am nothing but a massive bundle of sins.
O Swamini, Shri Kunj Viharini (Sri Radha)! Kindly take heed of me quickly. I know nothing of the mode of your service, so please forgive my faults.
Shri Krishna sells Himself only to those who are completely absorbed in the loving devotion of Sri Radha’s lotus feet. To such premi-bhaktas, out of pure love, He willingly offers Himself, becoming as if a sold servant—without expecting any price in return.
O Swamini, I am truly the crown among the fallen. Though the world calls me Yours, still, like the ungrateful, I wander aimlessly, without even a trace of shame.
O Shri Radha! Nothing I do ever turns out right. I have always been full of faults — wickedness is deeply rooted within me.
When will I become a dark Tamal tree in the sacred Seva Kunj of Shri Vrindavan, so that the Divine Couple, Shri Shyama-Shyam, may rest while holding my tender vines during their love-filled leelas?
O Shri Radharani, please grant me the divine vision of the sacred groves of Shri Vrindavan Dham. Let the dust of your lotus-marked feet, which has graced the forest pathways, touch and sanctify my entire being.
O my Swamini (Sri Radha), O graceful elephant-gaited, O enchantress of hearts, beloved Rasika Lal, Shri Krishna, belongs solely to you and follows only your instructions.
Our body, mind, and everything we possess belongs solely to Ladayiti Ju (Shri Radha), and our very life is Vrishabhanu Nandini, Shri Radha herself.
When will my body dissolve into the sacred dust of Vrindavan, becoming one with it, so that the lotus feet of the divine couple, Sri Radha Krishna, the very essence of my life, may fall upon me?
My mind has spoiled things with everyone in every possible way. I have turned away from the boundaries of the Vedas, scriptures, societal decorum, and family norms, casting them out of my heart forever.
