Shri Vitthal Vipul Dev Ji is the Rasik Saint of Vrindavan, a Disciple of Shri Haridas. He was the second among the eight acharyas of Swami Haridasi Parampara. He resided in Nidhivan, and his samadhi is also located there.
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Śrī Priyā Jī remained awake the entire night beside Her beloved Śyāmasundara, and upon Her golden, radiant cheeks remain the delicate marks of His teeth.
On the banks of Śrī Yamunā Jī, the creepers and trees are adorned with freshly blossoming flowers. In the sky, a radiant rainbow shines amidst the dark rainclouds.
Śrī Rādhā’s intimate companion, Śrī Vipulabihāriṇīdāsī, says to her soul-beloved sakhi (Śrī Rādhā) — O beloved Priyā Jū! Please meet and sport together with Śrī Mohanalāla (Śrī Kṛṣṇa) as per your heartfelt wish. When you become intoxicated in divine rasa and engage in amorous plays of love with your beloved Kuñjabihārī, then only our body, mind, and very life-breath blossom with joy, as though every pore of our being becomes completely fulfilled in every way.
In this divine night within the kuñja, the beloved Śrī Rādhā and Śrī Lāl (Kṛṣṇa) are immersed in rasa-filled pastimes. With their faces joined together, they engage in loving play, while the melodious sound of their anklets and the gentle chime of their bangles create a sweet music all around.
O dear friend! The divine couple, Śrī Śyāma‑Śyām, are joyfully swinging on a swing. In the ever‑fresh, blossoming forest‑temple of nikuṃja, the most magnificent and graceful, Śrī Rādhā, is lovingly engaged in sweet love‑play with Her beloved, Śrī Kṛṣṇa.
While thoughtfully arranging the loving meeting of Shri Radha with Her beloved Lalji (Krishna), the close companion (Vitthal Vipul) gently says — O Sakhi! I sacrifice myself to you. Let us walk slowly toward the Beloved.
O dear Śyāmā Jū ! Please come to the Nikunj bower and be immersed in the colors of Keli love-plays. My body, mind, and very life are restless to fondly serve you in this rasa.
Sri Vitthalvipul Biharinidasi says, O Radha! Your eyes speak the truth of love. Why then do you try to mislead us with false replies and playful denials? Let go of this mock sulk.
Describing the charm of the monsoon season, Shrivipulbiharinidasi Ji says that dark rainclouds beautifully adorn the skies along the banks of Shri Yamuna Ji.
O sakhi! In this Vasant season, the trees and vines have fully blossomed, filling the entire forest with the intoxicating fragrance of flowers.
Today, Lalji (Krishna) and Priyaji (Radha) engage in a jubilant competition of musical rhythm, their hearts immersed in bliss, within the ever-refreshing Nikunj forest, skillfully revealing the subtle intricacies of musical notes.
O Pyariju (Sri Radha)! Upon hearing the tinkling sound of the anklets from your lotus feet, all the immovable objects of Shri Vrindavan become movable, and the movable ones become immovable.
O Pyari Ju! I swear that Shri Krishna is constantly singing your praises. If you doubt my words and my oath, go and listen for yourself.
O ever-youthful Shri Radha! My beloved LalJi (Shri Krishna) is immersed solely in the color of love-bliss.
In the morning, our divine couple, Shri Shyamashyam, engages in the sacred play of divine love within the Kunj Palace.
Sri Vitthal Vupal Dev, in the mood of a Sahchari, says, O Pyari [Sri Radhey]! Today your gait and glances look mischievous. Your garments and ornaments look mischievous, as does the line visible on your chest.
Shri Radha enchants Shyamsundar, bringing Him completely under Her spell. Her splendor is so captivating that even the radiance of Kamadeva crumbles in her presence.
Lalji [Shri Krishna] humbly implores Priyaji [Shri Radha], saying: I am at your feet, please don't be annoyed. O beautiful one, your enchanting form is reflecting on my chest, that's why you are hallucinated.
Shri Priyaji (Radha) is teaching Her beloved (Krishna) how to play Veena in the ever-new palace of Nikunja forest.
Describing the sight of spring, a Sakhi (Bitthalbipul Devji) says, our divine couple Shri Bihari Biharini Ju are strolling in the forests of Vrindavan, lovingly showering ever-new colors of divine love.
