dvi-traikānti-prema-mātraika-pātrī |
ānandātmāśeṣa-sattvā nidhātrī
śrī-vṛndāṭavy astu me’ndhasya dhātrī ||
The Vrindavan forest easily gives joy to everyone, she is the sole object of love for only a few exclusive devotees; she is the soul of joy and the resting place for all living beings. May she be like a mother to me, who am blind. (1.26)
saṁvīta-śrī-kanaka-vasanaḥ śīta-kālindī-tīre |
paśyan rādhā-vadana-kamalaṁ ko’pi divyaḥ kiśoraḥ
śyāmaḥ kāma-prakṛtir iha me prema vṛndāvane’stu ||
May I always have love for Vrindavan where some swarthy young boy wrapped in a beautiful golden garment gazes upon Radha’s lotus face and joyfully plays his flute while leaning on a kadamba tree by the cool Yamuna. (1.27)
kiṁ vā yogaiḥ para-pada-kṛtaiḥ kiṁ parair vābhiyogaiḥ |
vāsenaiva prasannam akhilānanda-sārātisāraṁ
vṛndāraṇye madhura-muralī-nādam ākarṇayiṣye ||
So what need do we have for all those pleasures of the empire of supreme, supreme bliss? And what of the yoga paths that lead to the supreme destination, or all other philosophical arguments ? Here in Vrindavan, I will raise my ears to hear the sweet flute sounds, the essence of the essences of all the varieties of bliss, which will play, being pleased with me simply for residing here. (1.28)
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