By Srila Bhakti Vinod Thakur
There are beautiful spots within the forests of Vrindavan, on the bank of the Yamuna, adorned with flowers.
vanaspati lata, tusaye ankhi
There are creepers and great fruit trees pleasing the eye; there are birds calling out from the trees.
malaya anila, vahaye dhire
There is a gentle breeze from the Malaya Hills, and swarms of bumblebees flying around in search of honey.
vasantira raka, udupa tada
The full moon in the early hours of the morning shines in the sky at this time filling everything with its loving moonlight.
emata samaye rasika-bara
At this time, the Flute Holder (the best of the relishers of rasa) begins His rasa pastimes.
sata-koti-gopi majhete hari
Amidst millions of gopis, Supreme Lord Hari enjoys and dances in the company of Radha.
madhava-mohini, gaiya gita
When Madhava-Mohini (Sri Radha) sings, the whole world loses its soul in Her singing.
sthavara-jangama, mohila sati
All moving and non-moving entities, all chaste ladies become enchanted and lose Chandravali's mentality (feeling of opposition towards Sri Radha).
mathiya varaja kisora mana
Having stirred the mind of Vraja Kishor, Radha then withdraws from there.
bhakativinoda paramada gane
Bhaktivinod senses some calamity as the rasa-lila broke off today without Radha.
sata-koti gopi madhava mana
No matter how much they try, millions of gopis cannot hold the mind of Madhava.
venu-gite dake, radhika nama
He calls out Radhika's Name with His flute song—"Come here, Radha! Come back!", calls out Shyama.
bhangiya sri-rasa-mandala tave
The whole rasa-lila breaks off and Madhava leaves in search of Radha.
'dekha diya radhe! rakhaha prana!'
"Please, appear before Me, save My life!"—says Kana crying as He roams the forests.
nirjana kanane, radhare dhari'
When Hari then catches Radha in a secluded grove, Their union soothes His very soul.
bale, 'tunhu vina kahara rasa?
He says, "What rasa is there without You? I live in Vraja only because of You!"
Bhaktivinod cries at the feet of this Sri Radhika saying,
'tuya gana-majhe, amare gani'
"Please count me amongst Your own. Make me Your maidservant and engage me in Your service."
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Sung by Srila Bhakti Nirmal Acharya Maharaj:
|"HUMILITY, TOLERANCE, GIVING HONOUR TO OTHERS | HUMILITY, TOLERANCE, GIVING HONOUR TO OTHERS"|
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