Tekari Rani Mandir, Vrindavan, photo by Gopa Dasi.
kṣut-tṛṭ-śītādi-bādhā-śatam api satataṁ dhairyam ālāmbya soḍhvā
muñcan śokāśru-dhārām atikaruṇa-girā rādhikā-kṛṣṇa-nāmāny
udgāyan karhi vṛndāvanam ativikalo’kiñcanaḥ sañcarāmi ||
When will I wander confused and exhausted through Vrindavan, where despite suffering hundreds of kicks and millions of curses, tolerating hunger, thirst, cold and hundreds of other obstacles, I will take refuge in patience and, releasing torrents of tears, sing loudly Radha and Krishna's names in a voice filled with emotion? (1.23)
sarve bhogā yānti tatra sthite’pi |
tasmād saukhyābhāsa uccair vibhāti
nityānande nanda vṛndāvanāntaḥ ||
This despicable body will die today or tomorrow. All its pleasures will go with it. Happiness in this world is a mere reflection, so take pleasure in Vrindavan, where the joys are eternal. (1.24)
svāpnaiśvaryotphullitaiḥ kiṁ ca muktaiḥ |
śūnyālambair vaiṣṇavair vāpi kiṁ naḥ
śrīmad-vṛndā-kānanaikānta-bhājām ||
What business do we who are the exclusive devotees of Vrindavan have with kings or gods? What need have we of riches that are the products of fantasy? And what do we care for the liberated souls who take shelter of the void? Or even of the worshipers of Vishnu? (1.25)
Radhe Radhe!
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