The birth of one who, by good fortune, has once seen Krishna is successful.
Developing the heart's eyes and seeing Krishna, such a soul abandons all
delusions.
vrndavana-keli chatur vanamali
tribhanga-bhangima-rupa
vamsi-dhari aparupa
rasamaya nidhi, guna-sali [2]
Krishna is expert at play in Vrindavan. He wears a forest garland, poses bent
in three places, and plays the flute perfectly. He is a reservoir of rasa and
possesses all qualities.
varna nava jaladhara
sire sikhi-pichchha-vara
alaka tilaka sobha paya
paridhane pita-vasa
vadane madhura hasa
hena rupa jagat mataya [3]
His complexion is the colour of a fresh rain cloud. His forehead is adorned
with tilak, curling locks, and a fine peacock feather. He wears yellow
garments and has a sweet smile on His face. His form enchants the world.
indra-nila jini
krsna-rupa-khani
heriya kadamba-mule
mana uchatana
na chale charana
samsara gelama bhule [4]
Beholding Krishna's form, which surpasses the beauty of a sapphire, beneath a
kadamba, my heart was overwhelmed. My feet could not move. I forgot the
world.
(sakhi he) sudhamaya se rupa madhuri
dekhile nayana
haya achetana
jhare premamaya vari [5]
O friend! When I saw the beauty of Krishna's nectarean form, I fainted and
shed tears of divine love.
kiba chuda sire
kiba vamsi kare
kiba se tribhanga thama
charana-kamale
amiya uchhale
tahate nupura dama [6]
What a crown on His head! What a flute in His hand! What a threefold pose!
Nectar surged from His lotus feet, which were adorned with tinkling anklets.
sada asa kari
bhrnga-rupa dhari
charana-kamale sthana
anayase pai
krsna-guna gai
ara na bhajiba ana [6]
I eternally desire to take the form of a bee, easily attain a place at
Krishna's lotus feet, and sing His glories. I will never serve anyone
else.
An extensive story that illustrates the extent to which a Guru goes to protect his
surrendered disciple: 'If a servant somehow falls down and goes to some other place,
glorious is the master who grabs him and brings him back by his hair.'